#to the point where tumblr was starting to get angry at me/was starting to snap about the text block limit

[becsabillion4]

take it out on me (carmen berzatto x reader)

so this is my first time posting a fic of mine on tumblr since i was 14 and i'm slightly terrified by the formatting but i posted this on ao3 yesterday and someone told me to post here too (<3) so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoy the thought of getting pounded by carmy in the walk-in

pairing : carmen berzatto x f!reader

summary : Carmy is having a terrible service, and you're sure some time in the walk-in will help him cool off (although it gets hotter in there than you might think).

word count : 4,410

tags: SMUT, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, ending with soft carmy which makes it all okay, 18+ only

note: this is explicit 18+ only and also this is NOT an advert for safe sex, it is merely a fantasy i have been playing with since my own days as a waitress and carmy has helped me to realise it. also i'm obsessed and i know y'all degenerates won't send help so instead i ask that you send me asks so i can write more about this wonderful man

Disorienting. Overwhelming. Stressful, painful, unrelenting. Burning your hand hard enough for it to stick to the pan, hard enough that you know on the way to the sink it’s too late, that you’ll bear the scar of that mistake for the rest of your life. Knives slicing always so close to your skin, living on the point of pain, focus trained so hard on the blade you can’t even blink. Shouting, screaming, the place could be on fire, and you wouldn’t look up from the art you’re creating. Flames licking at your apron. Beautiful.

Kitchens are the prison and the heart of a chef, and the one at The Bear is currently the pride and the bane of your life. Plating up your one billionth focaccia of the evening as Marcus rushes by holding a tray of cannolis aloft, you try to tune out Sydney shouting instructions to the new servers, trying to drill something, anything, into their panicked, under-developed skulls. 

But none of this worries you. What worries you is the ominous, creeping silence from the station to your right, where you know Carmy is cooking up not only the best food you’ve ever tasted, but an internal storm that is going to be unleashed any, second, now-

“Chefs! Where the fuck is my garnish? Tina, are you dead? ‘Cos you need to wake the fuck back up.”

Tina is already by Carmy’s side with the garnish, but the damage is done. She doesn’t bristle at his words, but shoots you a worried look as she slides by, murmuring, “Sorry, Chefs. Behind.”

Since you started working at The Bear six months back, you’ve witnessed a rare few Carmy outbursts, and you know everyone feels the same way when they happen. It’s like the moment you miss a step on familiar stairs, stomach lurching and fear sweeping through your body. Carmy is this kitchen, and his boiling point is the moment things tend to spin out of control. 

And yet, Tina’s reaction is everyone’s; disappointment in herself, instant forgiveness because she knows Carmy is doing everything he can for this team. Last week, after you and Sydney spent the evening getting wasted on her couch, she’d confessed to you how hard Carmy took his notorious opening night failure, and how he’s been struggling to make up for it since then. And it’s been working; his kindness, patience, and passion for elevating those around him have always outshone the occasional harsh word during service.

But this service is just bad. It’s been bad since 5AM, when you got here to take in the delivery and found out that the grapes needed for the welcome broth had somehow been left off of the order. It’s been bad since Marcus ruined three batches of cannolis in a row, and when Sydney tried to touch his shoulder and ask him what was going on, he stormed out. Since Sydney snapped at Richie for singing Taylor Swift badly during family. The hundred little underlying frissons of tension that normally dissipate as soon as service rolls around have congealed today, like oil in balsamic vinegar, rubbing together but refusing to meld into the team you know everyone can be.

And you know Carmy can feel it. His anger is a physical thing beside you, like standing next to a hot pan with too much oil in it and just waiting for it to start spitting at you. Knowing you have to keep stirring it anyway.

“Four top, two steak, one bucatini, one fish,” Sydney rattles off, and everyone responds “Yes, Chef!” a little too loud.

“Can I get some hands for this focaccia,” you shout through the din, pushing the two boards forward, but nobody responds. “Hands, please, get these off my station before I eat ‘em!” you call, trying to bring some levity to the atmosphere before-

“Hands, fuckin’ hands, Chefs, FUCK!” Carmy explodes, appearing by your side so suddenly you almost jump. His hands hover over the foccacia boards like he wants to adjust something on them, fix something, but you know as well as he does that they’re perfect already.

And of course, this just makes things worse.

Carmy properly looks up for the first time, straightening out of the “chef about to have an aneurysm over plating this fish” posture and into his “everyone here is about to get fucked” pose. “These are good to go, why are we not? Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. Go fuck yourselves-” one of the new waitresses approaches with trembling hands and Carmy pushes the boards at her, disgusted, almost taking them over the edge of the pass, “-all of you, what is the point of any of us being here if nothing is leaving the fucking kitchen!”

“Carm, it’s okay, they’re going out,” you can’t help cutting in, but you should know better than to try to soothe a wild animal. Carmy doesn’t say anything, turns back to plating up his fish, but his beautiful artist’s hands, which you often find yourself trying to draw in the margins of inventory checks, are shaking now. You’ve never seen him this bad. The whole kitchen waits on a knife edge. You glance up, watching the waitress leave with your focaccia, and have a brief but fervent desire to be her as the doors swing her out of this hellhole.

The fish is beautiful as Carmy puts the finishing touches to it. A server steps up to take it as other dishes for the same table coalesce at the front of stations, all elegant, all perfect, all more than worthy of the restaurant’s Michelin star.

Carmy is completely still. Staring. And you know it’s too late.

Plunging his fist down, he crushes the fish into sea-scented pulp. The shells of oysters, hand-selected, crack into broken-mirror shards; the sauce is peppered with shoddy scraps of lobster tail.

It’s still not enough for Carmy, as he picks up the plate and sends it spinning into the back wall, narrowly missing Sweeps’ head. “ Shit, ” Carmy mutters, turning back to his station and searching for more things to destroy. You watch him contemplate the knives, and you can’t stay out of it any longer.

“Carmy. Chef. Carmy,” you say as you reach out to grab his muscled arm, pulling him round to face you. You can feel the tension corded deep under his skin, see the sheen of sweat coating his tattoos. Normally, any skin contact with him sends your brain into overdrive, but you can’t afford to be anything but calm right now.

His eyes are wild, but you watch him steadily, and he watches you straight back. You’re not sure why, but the moment reminds you of how you felt on those rare occasions he invited you and Syd over to brainstorm new recipes in his cramped kitchen. Especially that time Sydney couldn’t make it, and you were midway through describing your idea for a yuzu-infused scallops course to him - “with maybe, like, a garnish of broccoli just absolutely smothered in hollandaise” - when he reached forward, tucked a scrap of hair behind your ear, and the very idea of food whisked straight out of your head - but you still felt hungry. And whilst he’d tried out your broccoli idea over and over again that night, you found yourself blushing every time he passed you a spoon to taste it. 

You never could get that dish right. Every time you thought about it, you couldn’t separate the flavours from the curious look in his eyes, the way he drank in your ideas, absorbed them before he responded, how his eyes tracked every thought that crossed your face.

Now here you are again, staring at that measured, thoughtful man turned savage, and you wonder if you have the guts to do what you’ve been thinking about doing for a while.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you murmur beneath the clatter of plates behind you, just for him. You don’t look away even when you hear something shatter. You move your hand from his arm, up over his shoulder, push your palm into the curve of his neck and hold it there. 

Then you wait, feel his shoulders jumping up and down with his rapid breathing. Wait until he leans into it a little, chasing your solidity, and it’s all the response you need.

“Come with me.” It’s not a question, but he nods anyway.

“Sydney, you got this?” You ask, never taking your eyes from Carmy’s face, worried that if you do, you’ll lose whatever grip you have on him right now.

“Yes, Chef,” she replies, and you feel her edge round the side of Carmy to put another fish on rapid fire. He catches her eye as she passes, and brings his hand up to his chest, rubbing it once in what has become the team’s official way to apologise during service. She responds in kind, and he lets you drag him off the station, past the others shooting him worried looks, straight into the walk-in.

You shut the door carefully, recalling the stories of Carmy’s previous imprisonment. It’s still securely closed, giving you both some calm and privacy to cool off.

Except cooling off is not really what you have in mind.

You turn to see Carmy slumped in the corner, curled in on himself and running his hands through his already-chaotic hair. He stands again suddenly, bracing his hands on the wall behind him as if to remind himself they exist.

“Carmy.”

“Yeah, shit. Sorry, I just need a second. It’s just, I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was thinking about doing something with ceviche, but I couldn’t figure out what fish would work best, and then that sorta spiralled into a panic attack which kept me up whisking eggs for something until three, and then-” You watch his eyes darting over the shelves around him as he talks, and you realise he’s taking stock of what’s there. Even during a full-blown meltdown, he cannot stop working, stop thinking. He starts pacing.

“Carmy,” you say again as you try to catch his eye. He’s staring at some spare T-bones like they’ll explain to him whatever dish he was whisking eggs for last night. Fuck it. You grab his chin, tilt it until he has to look at you.

“D’you know the best way to calm down?”

“Lock yourself in the walk-in for three hours?” He’s trying to relieve some tension, but you have other ideas on how to handle that.

“Sex, Carmy.”

There. You’re terrified that you finally acknowledged it, finally confessed to what you’ve been thinking about for months, but thank God it’s out in the open. You’ve been blushing at his compliments on your food for far too long, ignoring how good he looks in a white tee for even longer. And today has been such a shitshow it can’t possibly get any worse by admitting to this too.

You wait for Carmy to shut it down, laugh it off, maybe even fire you, but he just looks shellshocked. Then again, that is his default look.

“I, um…” He rubs a hand over his forehead, glances up at you almost shyly. “I mean, um. What?”

“Listen, you’re fucking up service. You’re distracted, tired, stressed beyond belief. I want to help you, and I won’t pretend it’s just out of the goodness of my own heart. I’ve been interested in you for a while, Carmy. You can take that or leave it or kick me out of this walk-in if you want, but I’m here. I want to help you work through things, through all this anger. And…I want you to know you can take it out on me. And maybe even feel better at the same time.”

Carmy is flushed, and you’re all out of words. You kind of wish he was still looking at the T-bones.

“We, uh, we can’t.” Carmy leans back on a freezer for support, crossing his arms in a pose you normally associate with him working something out in his head, deciding what a dish is missing or what it needs to take it up a notch. “I mean, not now. Not here, at least. And I don’t know, we work together. I’m your boss. It’s not a good idea.” He reaches a hand round to his back, starts massaging the strain away there. It’s an especially effective position as he doesn’t have to look at you as he does it, as he says, “Sorry.”

You shrug a little, smile. Try to pretend it doesn’t hurt. Keep it professional, or as professional as you can get in a kitchen. “Hey, it was worth a shot. Get some sleep, Chef.”

You turn to go, hoping that stirring and slicing and plating up will shake off the embarrassment currently burning through to your bones.

But you don’t live to regret the offer as Carmy grabs your arm, spins you and shoves you hard enough into the walk-in door that it rattles on its hinges.

“Hey, everything okay in there Chefs?” you hear Marcus call, and it’s a reality check you absolutely don’t want right now. Carmy doesn’t even seem to have heard him, trailing kisses down your neck, collarbone, shoulder as your body arches into the feeling. You’ve had one too many fantasies about this walk-in since you started, but the actual feeling doesn’t begin to touch the dream.

“Yeah, all good Chef!” You manage to reply, but you barely get the ‘Chef’ out before Carmy’s lips slide over yours, pushing, demanding entry as his body keeps you pressed up against the door. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place, is all you have time to think between kisses.

There is no room or time for playing around. Carmy needs this, and you intend to provide, but you’re damn sure getting everything you can out of it just in case it never happens again. One of your hands curls deep into his hair, pulling his head back as your teeth click together in the ferocity of the kiss. You swear you can taste blood, but neither one of you pulls back, the saltiness only urging you on. Your other hand is busy loosening his belt, and you tug it hard to pull the silver prong free of the leather, hard enough that his hips jerk forward into yours and you moan, long and low.

Gravity suddenly spins on its axis as Carmy lifts you, turns and drops you down onto the freezer Fak installed last week. And for once in your life, thank you, Fak. The movement seems to shake Carmy out of it for a second, and he pulls back, hesitates. A hand curves around your cheek, and you can feel an apology coming, see the reticence forming in his eyes. And honestly, fuck that.

You hook fingers through his belt loops, dragging him closer and then using them to tug his trousers down. You’re not gentle as you reach into his underwear, wrap a hand around his cock, and you can tell that’s what he needs as he hisses, his head drifting back.

Removing his hand from your cheek, you guide it slowly down to your neck. His head snaps up, and there’s a darkness, a need, that wasn’t there before as you move your hand slowly, torturously, down his length.

“Hey,” you whisper, reluctant to interrupt the low grunts spilling from him with each of your movements. “I’m not going to break.”

You squeeze his fingers around your throat a little tighter, and it’s this that has him surging forward, messy mouths pressing together again and everything condensing into a rippling, burning, rightness as the fingers of his other hand shove themselves between your legs.

He lingers there for a moment, breaths short and sharp in your ear as he breaks free from your kiss and whispers, “If we had more time, I would clean up the mess you’re making all over my freezer, Chef.”

“My apologies, Chef,” you pant, the sweetness of the apology marred slightly by your fingers tugging hard through his curls. Then you’re pushing up his white shirt at the back, reveling in the heat of him, the muscles straining under your touch. “What’s my punishment?”

Carmy hesitates, then withdraws his fingers from you slowly, and it feels like the calm before the storm. One hand is still pressed loosely around your neck as he brings the other up to your face, runs the edge of his still-wet fingers over your lips. Asking or demanding, you don’t know, but you’re happy to comply. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the blue behind them, and when you slide your mouth over his fingers, taste yourself on him, he closes them in momentary bliss. And it’s so beautiful to see that you can’t resist pulling him in to share.

A Michelin-star chef with one of the most sophisticated palates on the planet. A renowned food critic once wrote of him, “In my next life, I’d like to be just one of the taste buds in Carmen Berzatto’s mouth.” And here he is, savouring you, tongue searching out every corner of your mouth as if he wants to figure out each and every component of your taste. Add the recipe of you to his menu, and make it every night.

You’re both done waiting, and the clock is ticking. You can faintly hear Sydney calling orders through the wall, although she sounds steadier now. You don’t know whether anyone out there knows what you’re doing, but a rampaging elephant couldn’t stop Sydney when she’s on a roll.

Carmy pulls you closer to the freezer’s edge, jeans and underwear falling to his ankles and suddenly he is right there, and-

“Oh, fuck,” is all you can say as he pushes forward in one swift, animal movement. And oh, pain flickers down your spine as he slides almost free of you and thrusts back, relentless, and this is exactly what you signed up for.

“ Fuck ,” he echoes, hand sliding down your neck to settle over your racing heart. “Fuck, you…I don’t know how you do this to me,” he pants, and you try to keep your moaning down so you can hear as words spill from him, “When you come in with your hair down before a shift, when you - ah - when you borrow my knife and I see you using it all service, when you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. Shit. You drive me crazy on purpose, and you wanna know what the worst part is?”

You can’t breathe, let alone answer him.

“The worst part is I eat that shit up every time, ” he snarls, punctuating every word with a short, sharp thrust.

This is the animal you saw tonight, spitting curses, destroying his own food, all sharp edges and uncompromising will. Grunting as he bottoms out inside you, fingers clenched around your upper thigh hard enough to bruise, littering bites over your neck as if your colleagues aren’t an unlocked door away.

But the animal isn’t the end of Carmen Berzatto. There is more to him than the bear, and you intend to remind him of that before you’re through.

“Look around you,” you pant as he thrusts again, harder, sweeter, and you have to get this out before you tip over the edge. So you risk bringing the hand you were using to support yourself forward to turn his chin towards the walk-in’s walls, to beyond them, to the restaurant hard at work and the satisfied diners metres away who have no idea what’s going on in here, and fuck if that doesn’t make it all the more delicious. “Look what you made. Look who you are.” You watch his flushed face, hope he understands the praise, but you can’t hold on anymore to see your words land.

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable, Carmy,” is all you manage to choke out as every muscle in your body lights up, tenses and releases in a flood so strong you wonder if you’ll ever surface, and if you even want to.

Carmy fucks forward into you twice more, and his head drops onto your shoulder as he groans, shudders, relaxes fully for what may be the first time in his life.

You stroke a hand over his head, pull him closer. You’re not quite sure when this stopped being a no-holds-barred quickie and became a quiet, intense embrace, but it feels right. All the desperation, the keyed-up energy, is gone from him. And if he never wants anything more than that, even though the idea is more than a little disappointing, you can take consolation from the fact that you at least managed to stop a raging Carmy in his tracks.

Although it is a little quiet.

“Carmy?” You ask, hesitant to break the silence. Thankfully, it still sounds like it’s all bustle outside. You wonder how long you’ve been in here, and try not to think about how you’re going to emerge with any shred of dignity intact.

Carmy pulls back, and you can’t define the look on his face, but it worries you. His eyes shine slightly, and his gaze skips across your face, down your body, not holding your stare.

“Are you okay?” You ask, praying this isn’t about to get really awkward really quick. The man’s still inside you, for Christ’s sake.

“Yeah. I, um, I should be asking you that.” Carmy’s hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing in randomly as if to check for bruises. He tilts his head to look under your chin, as if to check he hasn’t caused any permanent damage to your neck. “Jesus. Are you alright? I’m sorry, that was rough.”

“I’m totally fine.” You don’t know what to do to reassure him, so opt for two big thumbs up. “See? Voice working and everything.”

Carmy chuckles unevenly, takes a careful step back, and you try not to consider how empty you feel and how cold and slippery the freezer now is underneath you. You hop off, catching yourself on the side when you realise just how shaky your legs are. When you glance up at Carmy, he’s just staring at you, which is, frankly, unnerving.

“Do I look that bad?” you ask, pulling your hair out of what’s left of a ponytail to start again.

“No. No, I’m just…I’m just taking you in.” The raw honesty in his eyes pins you in place for a moment. But of course, Richie shouts “ Cousin!” before you can read into it too much.

There is a moment of panicked dressing and clean-up, a nod to each other to confirm you both look relatively sane and not totally fucked (even though you doubt it), and then a collective deep breath as you push open the door of the walk-in.

You don’t catch anyone’s eye for a second as you head to your station, Carmy’s presence like an open flame behind you.

“Corner. Corner. Behind, sorry Chefs,” you call as you slide back into place. Two quick glances calm you; one at the clock - seventeen minutes - and one at Sydney, who doesn’t look like she’s about to throw up and only has three tickets in front of her. You spare a final one for Fak in his position by the door, who you are positive would be grinning gleefully if he, or anyone else in the kitchen, knew what just went down in the walk-in.

“What do you need, Syd?” you ask, picking up the familiar back-and-forth of the kitchen again with some relief.

Carmy is quiet, focused, for the last half hour of service, but you can’t keep your mind clear. As soon as last orders are sent out, you slink to the back for a cigarette, hoping the smoke will at least wipe out your brain fog. It does the exact opposite. When you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. You exhale, waving the smoke away as the words churn through your brain. I eat that shit up every time.

“Hey,” you hear, and you’re almost thankful to speak to the real him just to distract yourself from thinking about earlier.

“Hey.” You offer him a smoke, and he takes it, sinking onto the step next to you. The brush of his leg against yours is a lot more comforting than you expect it to be, relaxing a secretly worried part of you.

He takes a long drag, the kind of drag you only take when it’s been a shitshow of a day. “I just want to say I’m-”

“Sorry? It’s okay. It doesn’t have to happen again,” you finish for him. It hurts less that way.

“What? No.” He looks at you until you reluctantly meet his gaze. “Not for that. I’m not sorry about that.” He lets that hang there for a second, holds your eye. “But I’m sorry for losing my shit earlier. Nobody deserves to be around that, and…I want you to know I’m working on it. I wanna be…I wanna be good at this.” It’s a stilted apology as he thinks through every line, and it feels all the more sincere for it.

“That’s okay. I know. We all know.” You reach a hand out to touch his arm, and after a second, he lowers his head to rest on his knee, although his face is still turned towards you. You see his eyes flicker from your hand on his arm to your face.

“Although that wasn’t exactly how I expected that to go by the way,” he says after a moment.

You don’t try to pretend you don’t know what he’s referring to. “What, in the walk-in?”

“Oh, no, I’ve thought about it in the walk-in.” You ignore a pulse of feeling at his casual confession, at the idea that he’s thought about you. “I just didn’t imagine it so…heated, I guess.” Carmy raises his head again, traces a finger along your hand where it rests on his arm until you shiver. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”

You hesitate for a second before replying. Before extending the branch. “Well, I’m sure there’ll be other times, Chef.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, and it’s your turn to watch his thoughts flickering there, watch as the fog clears, the idea forms, and he says, “Yeah. Next time.”

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wow guys thank you for reading i pray through the act of writing this that my jeremy allen white obsession will calm the fuck down, but i fear i've made it worse

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[munsons-melody]

hi! i read your 'angeleyes' fic and it was AMAZING i was just wondering.. perhaps, just maybe, a part 2-ish where y/n and eddie actually have that picnic at lovers lake ?? i think that would be so cute and pure 🤭 or it could be a totally separate thing from the fic itself!

eeek i'm so happy you wanted a part 2!! sorry for the late response, i wanted to write the fic as perfect as possible before responding, i hope you love it!! <3

your song (angeleyes part two)

summary: you and eddie finally get your date at lovers lake

(part two to my fic angeleyes which can be found here)

pairing: eddie x female!henderson!reader

content: pure fluffiness

recommended song: 'your song' by elton john

word count: 4.4k

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i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission.

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after you and eddie reconciled in the back of the RV, you vowed to yourself that you would let nothing happen to him and he of course already told you that he would keep you safe no matter what

even when that meant reading his mind when returning through the gate. you had watched dustin climb through the rope into normal hawkins, before turning to eddie. he gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up and through the gate, but once through, you looked down to see eddie staring at where the demo bats were attempting to breach through the top of the trailer

"edward james munson, get your ass through this gate right now!" you screamed, knowing he wanted to go out there and keep fighting, be the hero he was destined to be

"coming" he mumbled, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back up through the gate to see you

once you reconvened with everyone back in the real world, you felt some weight fall off your shoulders, assuming vecna was dead, and you felt a sense of normalcy headed your way, however, that was not what happened

eddie was found and arrested within hours of being back in the real hawkins because a couple people spotted movement within his trailer

you sat on the cold hard chair in the waiting room of the hawkins police department. it had been at least an hour since eddie was taken back to the small cell they had in the back of the building. you sat there with your hands buried in your hands with dustin next to you, who was biting on his thumb nail out of pure anxiety.

the news had not gone public but you were scared that at any minute, angry mobs of people would appear, ready to rip him apart for something he didn't do

sheriff powell walked into the room, handing a file over to florence who sat behind her desk. you stood up, looking for some sort of sign that you would be able to go back and see him

"uh we need to ask you a couple of questions as well, if you wouldn't mind," he said, ushering you to follow him

"no, whatever you want to ask, you can ask me right here," you said, crossing your arms

"ugh whatever, uh, did he force either of you two into his murderous plans?" he started, flipping open a small notebook, clicking his pen with a frustrated sigh

it was obvious that since he took on the role of the hawkins sheriff, he never expected to be put in a situation like this and as the arresting officer, he was clearly stressed knowing he had the number one suspect of the murders in the building and only him and florence knew that he was sitting in the holding cell

"what? no! that's crazy, he is innocent!" dustin yelled

"son, you need to remain calm or we won't be able to get to the bottom of this," he said, rubbing his forehead in distress

"calm? you want me to stay calm? you just arrested someone who is more innocent than mother theresa! he was framed!" dustin yelled again, throwing his hands up to dramatize his point

just then, the phone rang.

"hawkins police department, how may i help you?" she said picking up the phone and placing it on her ear. she balanced it between her shoulder as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down

she muttered a couple of "uh-huhs" before hanging up the phone and standing up, walking over to the sheriff

"that was officer callahan, he just found some kids at the abandoned creel house, one of them with broken arms and legs like the others, she was taken to the hospital about half an hour ago" florence explained, and you looked at dustin

"is she awake? can she talk?" powell asked and florence shrugged

"they didn't say," she responded and Powell nodded

"i'll be back, you two stay here" powell said firmly, grabbing his sheriff hat and walking out the door

you nodded, and sat down again, tears pricking at your eyes feeling frustrated as ever

"are you guys hungry?" florence asked sweetly and you shook your head, rubbing your forehead

"you sure? cause i can go grab something next door, and while i do so, there's no one here to stop you from seeing mr. munson..." she trailed off

you lifted your head up, picking up on what she was trying to say. she would leave to get food and while she was gone, she was going to let you see eddie

"but what about-" you started and she shook her head

"i'm going to go get you two food, you two look famished" florence said again, grabbing her coat and purse and walking swiftly out of the door leaving you and dustin alone in the building

you would assume that there would be more officers working, but most were out patroling the streets or looking for eddie, unaware that the sherriff already brought him in

you quickly ran down the hall and turned the corner to see eddie sitting on the hard metal bench that was connected to the wall, his head in his hands

"eddie?" you said urgently. he lifted his head up to see you and instantly got up and walked towards the bars that divided the two of you

"y/n, how did you get back here?" he asked, linking his hand with yours that met on one of the bars

"florence let me back but that's not important, how are you?" you asked sympathetically

"oh you know, just peachy, i almost die defeating an evil force just to get thrown in jail for a crime i didn't commit" he said sarcastically. you knew he was using it as a defense mechanism to cover the fact that he wanted to cry and scream and punch a wall for being in the worst situation imaginable

"well i am going to do everything in my power to get you out of here i promise" you told him and he nodded, wiping away a tear

"oh eddie bear don't cry" you said, using his nickname you started to call him when you first started dating

"ew, eddie bear?" dustin said, appearing behind you

"hey at least she is being nice" eddie snapped back and dustin crossed his arms

"i am nice too! i'm here to help get you out," dustin told him and you sorta droned out as the two continued to bicker like brothers with one another

you both stayed with eddie for a couple more minutes before you heard the bell of the front door ring, signaling someone was coming in

"shit, okay, i love you, i'll be back" you said to eddie, disconnecting your hands and following dustin out of the room and down the hall back to where the desks were

florence came back in holding a large brown paper bag, giving you a small smile

"sorry im a few minutes later than i should've been, there was a long line" she said with a wink, handing you the bag

you thanked her as she took out one package of food and headed down the hallway, presumably towards eddie, and left the rest to you and dustin as you dove into the meal

you were almost done, snacking on a couple of leftover fries when both sheriff powell and officer callahan walked into the building and down the hall to eddie

you got up, following them, not caring if you would get reprimanded for doing so. they were both silent as you watched them unlock the cell, eddie standing up and looking at them with confusion

"mr. munson, under new evidence you are no longer under arrest for the murders of chrissy cunningham, fred benson, and patrick mckinney. you are free to go" powell said with a grisly voice

eddie slowly walked out of the cell, staring at the two officers incase they were to have a snap in judgment and throw him back in

"what.. what do you mean?" you asked as he walked to you, giving you a hug

"we cannot disclose much but, we found that there was another accident that occurred when mr. munson here was in this cell, which proves.." callahan started to say

"it proves he didn't do it since we had him detained here so there was no way he was able to get out and do anything" powell finished

you started crying, and your arms wrapped around eddie, pulling him in close

"thank god" you mumbled out, before it hit you

-

the next day you woke up in your bed, eddie next to you. after all the shit that went down, you were more than happy to be showered and laying in bed next to eddie who was no longer convicted of a crime he didn't commit

the two of you snuck into your room the night before as you were promised as of 12 pm last night, the news would be spread that eddie munson was innocent

you knew that even with the proof of innocence, people would still be cruel towards your boyfriend so you decided the best course of action was to let him sleep all day in a comfy bed, then take him on a picnic to lovers lake. it would be secluded and give you a chance to just be with him

you rolled out of bed quietly and walked out of your room and down the hall to the living room. you saw your mom sitting in her chair with tews sitting on her lap, watching the news

"did you see this?" she asked, motioning to the tv where you saw the headline underneath powell stating the new evidential facts

new evidence found in munson case - suspect found innocent

"yeah uh, i did see that, i actually picked him up from the station last night..." you told her and she gasped

"where is he now? he obviously can't go home" she asked

"now mom, don't get mad but he had to stay over last night-" you tried to explain and she got up, putting tews on the seat behind her

"he's here?" she said with a mix of a shout with a whisper, you gulped with a nod

"well, that poor thing! after everything he's been through! does he need anything?" she asked, and you were shocked

"oh uh, not now? he's sleeping but when he gets up he'll probably need something to eat and then i'm taking him on a picnic tonight," you smiled sheepishly

"oh good, well i do have to head to work soon but please make him feel at home, poor thing has been through enough" she told you and you nodded with an unsure smile

"yeah sure" was all you said as she walked to her room

you stood there, stunned. to be fair she knew you and eddie were dating and how close he and dustin were, but the whole situation of him being accused of something so heinous really freaked her out.

you checked the time and saw it was only about 8 am, your mom would leave in a few minutes and you knew for a fact eddie and dustin, who were both dead asleep, would probably not wake up till hours later

figuring you should do something of use, you decided to wash eddie's clothes, start prepping food for your picnic, and find some other things to busy yourself with

-

"how's max" you asked nancy. she was at the hospital with mike and lucas, and she called you after wondering where you went. you explained the eddie situation which she was thankful for, and updated the rest of the group for you.

"alive, but her arms and legs are broken and in casts, the doctors don't know when she'll wake up," she said as you heard her sniffles

a few tears started to fall upon hearing the news, and you nodded, thankful she was alive but praying she would wake up and everything would be okay

"how's eddie doing?" she asked just as you heard a door creak open. you looked around the corner to see eddie coming out of your room in just a pair of boxers

"speak of the devil, he just woke up," you told her as eddie wrapped his arms around you, the warmth of his body heating up yours

you continued to talk with nancy for a few more minutes as eddie slowly swayed you side to side. the two of you eventually said goodbye and you hung up, turning your body to face eddie

"hi baby" he said as you put your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck

"how'd you sleep?" you asked

"fucking amazing, such an upgrade from ricks couch," he said, kissing your forehead

you stood like that for a handful of minutes, enjoying the bliss of standing in each others arms.

"you hungry?" you asked. "yeah" he mumbled out. you went to move out of his arms but he wouldn't let you move

"baby i kinda have to go to the kitchen" you laughed, trying to worm your way out of his arms and he gripped tighter

"nope, cant let you go, i love you too much" he laughed as he fake wrestled you to avoid you leaving his arms

eddie and you fumbled to the floor, causing you two to burst into giggles. you hadn't heard his laugh in the longest time and it warmed your heart

"i've missed that" you said, leaning on your side to look at him. he propped himself up on his arm and out the other around your waist

"missed what" he asked, stroking your hip lightly with his thumb

"you, your smile, your laugh, everything" you giggled out

"i missed everything about you too" he said, using his hand on your hip to pull you close. he swiftly moved so he was hovering over you, slowly leaning down to kiss you

just as your lips touched, you heard a few footsteps and then a loud "what the fuck, get off the floor" by an annoyed dustin, who clearly just woke up

"sorry man" eddie mumbled out, and got up, and helped you up from the floor as well

you cooked the two of them breakfast, and munched on a few pieces here and there before dustin got up, putting his plate in the sink

"i'm going to get dressed and then head to the hospital to see max, can you drive me there?" he asked eddie, and he nodded a yes

"uh babe, where are my clothes?" eddie asked

"oh i washed and dried them for you, they should be downstairs, i can go get it" you said, kissing his temple in passing

you quickly got his clothes out of the dryer and brought them back up from the basement, going to your room and setting them on your bed

you went back to the kitchen, and started cleaning the dishes up, noticing dustin left the table

"i put your clothes on my bed" you said to him when he came up behind you and kissed your neck

"or we can make it even and you can lose your clothes" he suggested, kissing up your neck

you smiled, drying your hands on the small towel next to the sink

"oh really?" you smirked, as he kissed up your neck, you pressed back against him causing a small moan to emit from his perfect pink lips

"okay eddie im ready to go!" you heard dustin scream as he walked down the hall

"fucking cock block" eddie mumbled, leaning his forehead against your shoulder causing you to giggle

"go on, i'm gonna work on our surprise date" you said and he kissed your shoulder

"its not really a surprise if you tell me about it" he said, pulling away from you causing the chilly air to nip at your skin

"well i had to tell you cause you're gonna drive us there" you said smiling

"oh really?" he said, pulling you in for another kiss

"really" you said pulling away

"ew gross guys cmon im right here" you heard dustin complain. you giggled as you watched eddie flick dustins temple as he passed him on the way to your room

a few minutes later he came back out wearing his newly cleaned hellfire t shirt and black jeans, slipping on his shoes

"lets go" he said, keys in hand

-

after eddie got back, you two packed up food, and you honestly didn't care that you knew he knew where you guys were going

you had gotten dressed into a comfy sweater and jeans, knowing it was going to be a bit nippy when the sun set by the lake

eddie helped you push the picnic basket and blankets into the back of his van then helped you up into the passenger seat, shutting your door for you, always refusing for you to get it because to him 'a lady should never get her own door' and always insisted he did it instead

"so i think i know where we're having our surprise date" eddie said with a smirk, hopping into the drivers seat and shutting the door 

he turned on the engine in his van and started the usual drive from your house to lovers lake 

the radio played softly, and you turned your body to admire him, watching him focus on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the clutch.

"what's going through your mind pretty girl?" he asked, noticing you looking 

"nothing, just admiring how pretty you are," you smiled, and he stretched the hand he had on the clutch and moved it to your thigh

you put your hand on top of his, stroking his skin lightly before your hands intertwined. you felt the roughness of his calloused fingers graze over yours along with the metal of his rings that he refused to go anywhere without 

"you think i'm pretty?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glanced over at you

"of course, god broke the mold when he made you," you said with a giggle and eddie rolled his eyes, a real smile stretching over his face 

"that's so cheesy" eddie said with a chuckle. the radio continued to play as you sat in comfortable silence

but it wasn't long before the two of you were talking about everything and anything as you usually would end up doing but you secretly loved it, to you it proved you would never run out of things to talk about 

before you knew it, you had arrived at your usual spot in lovers lake. it was a small, quiet area that you hadn't seen too many people in but it was perfect for the two of you. there was enough room for the van to be parked on the side of the road, and your usual spot sat in a clearing of bushes which provided some privacy which was nice. it was also close to the water which gave the right amount of ambience to your dates with eddie. it was a peaceful intermission from life everytime you came here and that's why it soon became your favorite 

of course during the break up, you were very upset you couldn't go there to think, just out of pure fear you were to see eddie here with some other girl. but you didn't know what was worse, running into him on a date with another girl in your spot, or seeing him there all alone and not being able to be with him sitting on the shoreline 

you and eddie took your stuff from his van and walked down to where you normally set the blanket and you had a sense of deja vu wash over you 

"agh i'm getting deja vu" you spoke, setting down the blanket which made eddie chuckle

"i just take it that if it was meant to happen before you're where you're meant to be right now" eddie said setting up the food, and you laughed 

"when did you become so wise?" you asked in surprise and eddie shrugged with a smile 

"somewhere on the walk from the car to here" eddie joked

-

the sun had set, the food was finished, and the music was playing from one of eddie's transistor radios he had from his van

you were leaning against eddie who was sitting against a tree, giving you the perfect view of the lake while eddie's arms wrapped around you 

the song on the radio changed and suddenly you were listening to the familiar tune of 'your song' by elton john

"ugh i love elton, but this song is so cheesy and overplayed" you complained to eddie

"can i tell you a secret?" he responded causing you confusion on his response 

"yeah?" you told him

"i actually kinda like this song" he said with a sheepish smile 

"what?" you said in surprise and he nodded, shifting his position to get up, offering a hand to help you up from your spot 

you stood up as he gently pulled you in close, your hands were on his chest as his arms snaked around your waist, and he rested his hands on your lower back 

he started to dance with you as the lyrics flowed, and your heart skipped a beat as he started to sing along

'I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song, and this one's for you'

he quickly kissed you between verses before he continued to sing to you, gently swaying you back and forth as you laid your head on his chest, putting your arms around his neck 'And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world'

you started to tear up a little bit just from the amount of pure love for the man in front of you. he moved his head to get your attention just to sing you your favorite line from the whole song 

'yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen'

you smiled and looked away, blushing as he continued to sing along until the song ended and the two of you stood there in each other's arms, the radio switching to some other song while hearing the light waves from the lake splash onto the edge of the ground where you stood

"i guess its not such a cheesy song after all" you muttered, wiping a tear from your cheek

"guess not" eddie agreed, leading to another few minutes of silence of standing there with each other which was pure bliss after the hell you've encountered the past few weeks, before eddie spoke again 

"it's all true though" he said and you responded with an intrigued "hm?"

"the song, it's true for me. you make life the most wonderful thing to experience just because you're here with me, and i can't say it enough but i love you more than life y/n" he said, locking eyes with you

you gently cupped his face, kissing him with such passion you were sure it would break the world record for the amount of love shown through a kiss. he kissed you back, pulling you in close like he would lose you the second he let go. your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues explored each other's mouths like it was new territory. 

when you finally pulled away for air, eddie kept you close, leaning his forehead against yours and rubbing a hand on the back of your neck. he kissed your forehead lightly before pulling away, looking at your fingers entangling with his

he quickly pulled away and turned around before he whipped back around and got down on one knee, holding up the ring he always wore on his right hand. the one he stole from his mom's jewelry box when he was 12 but she ended up letting him keep it, finding it endearing he wanted to wear it

"y/n, this is a promise that no matter how stupid i am, that we always work things out, and we stay that way no matter what. i love you and never want to let you go and as a token of my promise, and my love and appreciation, will you please wear my ring and be mine again?" he asked, looking up at you, the lyrics of having the sweetest eyes you've ever seen coming to fruition with his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours

"eddie i-" you started to feel the tears fall down your cheeks as you stopped yourself, a small giggle coming from your mouth 

"i love you eddie, yes of course" you said as you stretched out your hand to meet his as he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. it fit a little too perfectly, causing your heart to flutter. 

he stood up, picking you up and spinning you around as you let out a laugh squeal combination, before putting you back down on the ground, holding your face as you leaned into his hand, watching his eyes look at you with a look of admiration 

"one day i'll write you my version of your song, and it'll be all for you" he said with a smile 

"will it include cheesy lyrics?" you laughed and he nodded

"naturally" 

fin.

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[minho-hoho]

Yandere!ENHYPEN's reaction to their S/O slapping them

genre... yandere! pairing... yandere!enhypen x gn!reader! warning... cursing, yandere themes and behaviour, violence, small caps intended etc...! wc...1.7k! note... yall, no month has ever been so hectic im so sorry, like ive been trying to deal with my feelings (not abt tumblr, for the first time ever im starting to like someone sooo) and i got sick (again, yes im sick every two weeks) bedridden, and still am but its okay. just idk now expect more fluff since im more in a lovey stage bc of that little someone :>!

MASTERLIST

이 희승 Lee Heeseung

it all started after a heated argument about you not being able to go out with some of your friends

you were starting to get really annoyed and angry at your boyfriend's over-the-counter possessiveness and protectiveness

you just wanted to go outside and enjoy yourself, without him for once

it was basically a yelling match and you were starting to get seriously frustrated by the situation

suddenly, you felt your body move by itself

and in a fit of rage, your hand flew to Heeseung's face

it didn't hit you immediately, you were so enraged you didn't notice the shock and disbelief on Heeseung's face

you were breathing heavily and tried to calm yourself down. to you, the world had stopped for minute, you clearly weren't aware of your surroundings

but Heeseung made sure to snap you back to reality with his livid voice

“what the fuck did you just do?”

“what? it's nowhere near as bad as anything you've done to me anyways” you retorted, still on your high

he threw a death glare your way, that you didn't even notice

“i think that someone here” he came closer to you and looked down at you “needs to be taught a lesson”

and just like that, you were dragged to a dreaded place, still seeing red

박 제이 Park Jay

to be honest, you didn't how did you get so far in an argument

you should have already been locked up, but yet you weren't, you were here, screaming your lungs out, tears rolling down your cheeks, trying to put some sense into your psychotic “boyfriend”

at this point, you couldn't even remember what you were originally arguing about, you were basically buying time before getting locked up

but the more you argued, the madder you got

you wanted Jay to get a taste of his own medicine so bad, even if it was just a little, even if the consequences could be almost deadly

you wanted to hit on his ego, to feel even tiny bit embarrassed to be treated in such a way

you were quite weak, but you took all the remaining strength in your body and gave him the biggest slap

the sound of your hand on his face resonated through the whole house, and what you felt like pmmthe whole universe

it felt good, but you now knew, that there was no buying time anymore

you were doomed, and you knew it too well, but you were at a point where you were just waiting for him to end you by inadvertence

Jay forcefully pushed you onto the ground and took a few seconds to take a look at you

he took your leg and dragged you across the floor and stairs to the basement not even taking a look at your suffering self

he couldn't care less, all he saw was rage and madness, he couldn't believe how bold you were and made sure to teach you and unforgettable lesson

심 제이크 Sim Jake

you didn't even remember the last time you argued with Jake

it was always pretty sweet with him, but only recently you started to take notice of the manipulation

you started to notice how the way he treated you was far from normal, and it was rapidly but carefully bulding in you anger and resentment towards Jake, who didn't really notice the subtle changes in your behaviour

it was after him begging for you two to not go out on a date that you lost it

you started screaming right at his face and pouring all the contents of your heart on him, insults after insults were thrown, taking him aback

but he still got the situation under control, he knew you very well, and this outbursts of yours was going to end in his favour

again, he used his best technique, manipulation. he tried, but despite his best efforts, you saw right through it

and you managed to get even more enraged, if that was even possible

you took angry steps towards Jake and waste a second to slap him harshly

a wave of anger came over Jake, but he knew better to act put of anger. the last thing he'd ever was to appear as the bad guy

he was going to use your act to victimise himself and make YOU the bad guy

and that's how he put you back into your place, and filled you with immeasurable guilt

박 성훈 Park Sunghoon

you usually always tip-toed when you were with Sunghoon, which was all the time

but being with such a person lead to built up frustration and anger, that you always made sure to never unleash onto him, knowing damn well that he wasn't going to spend a single second trying to understand you

but today was different, nothing seemed to go your way, everything seemed like it was trying to push your buttons further and Sunghoon was no exception

everything he did seemed to bug you more than usual, and today was not the day you were up to deal with his quite annoying teasing

you tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't want to listen driving you crazier

after another remark from him, your body started dmoving on its own and you slapped his face with all of your strength

your eyes widened before his did, and before he could even compute your bold act, apologies started spilling our of your mouth, tears already forming in your eyes

but to your surprise, Sunghoon just started laughing, his laugh getting crazier by the second, scaring you but nevertheless, you kept the apologies coming until they almost made no sense

“shut up” and you immediately did, he then grabbed your hair and dragged you too your room

“you've gotten so bold and mean and for what?” he shook his head “i've done nothing but be nice and you repay me like this?” he tugged at your hair harshly as you were struggling on the floor

“i guess i should have known better, you are a brat after all. i hope that what you'll be going be through today will be enough for you to finally understand.” he took a look at your pitiful figure “not like i mind pushing you anyways”

김 선우 Kim Sunoo

where did this rage even come from? maybe it was from being locked away from the world, trapped with someone you absolutely loathed. who knew, what mattered was the fact that Sunoo's clingy behaviour was greatly pissing you off

his recent jealousy was way more overbearing these days, and you couldn't stand him being attached to your hip after acting in such deranged ways.

hell, everything he did seemed to piss you off in some ways and you told him multiple times but you were met with a pouting Sunoo which irked you even more

but this time it was too much

your head was hurting and the lats thing you needed was Sunoo yelling at you for a reason you didn't even know, you assumed it was because of his jealousy

you argued back, todl him to shut up repeatedly but to no avail, it only angered him more

and that's when you did it

you slapped him, you could say goodbye to your head because he was now screaming his head off and you of course, received a slap back

all you could do was sob uncontrollably on the floor, begging for all the screaming to stop

양 정원 Yang Jungwon

the only reason an argument with Jungwon got so far, was only because he found it entertaining to see you so engaged as if you were going to change his mind, he found you quite adorable like that

but now he had enough of seeing you scream, he did prefer seeing you docile and calm, and he would be lying if he didn't want his peace and quiet

after some eye rolling, he told you off, having not listened to anything you've said, not really caring

“did you even listen to me at all?” you said angrily, Jungwon smirked

“of course not, why would i?” he laughed “now just shut up before i get angry”

you were boiling inside, you felt frustrated, could nothing get through his head? if words didn't, maybe actions would

and right then and there, you slapped him, not with much force, you just wanted to get your point across

but if he was feeling nice earlier, he sure wasn't now

he didn't plan on punishing you today, but now, to him at least, it was the only option left

“i tried being nice with you but i guess you didn't get the memo, hm?” without leaving you the chance to answer he grabbed your arm and brought his face close to yours

“i suppose violence is the only way you can understand who's in control”

西村 力 Nishimura Riki

you two were passionately arguing as always

spitting venom at each other, fighting your sides for your dear lives, too stubborn to stop and apologise

you didn't even remember why you were arguing, you were just arguing to argue, in your minds, there was no way you were going to lose this battle

red with rage, you couldn't help but get even angrier seeing Riki shooting daggers at you

it only drove you further in you indignation and furor

you knew how he pushed every single one of your buttons, and this was the last straw

insulting your loved ones, especially after taking you away from them, was just too much for you to bear

the second your processed his words your hand flew across the room to his face, leaving a huge mark on his cheek

“i guess this shuts you up, huh?” you said snarkily, still riding your high seeing Riki mouth wide opened

“okay i don't where the fuck did you get your confidence from, but know that i'm going to make you pay for this” now your eyes widened and gulped as you heard him speak

he pulled your hair to bring you closer to him before speaking in your ear

“i'm going to make sure you won't ever use these hands of yours in such ways”

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[effyrosemary]

oh my god unethical priest marius you're a genius!!!!! do you think armand resists the idea that letting his priest fuck him is totally okay in the eyes of god or is he relieved to finally let go and give into his baser desires.... or both! do you think it makes him less guilty or more? god and imagine if marius were to weaponize armand's guilt in order to keep him even more trapped, like yes you are so bad for this and i'm the only one who can absolve you. i'm so invested LOL if you have any hcs of how it would play out i'm aaalll ears

Omg! thank you! To answer your question:

I think it’s both kinda. I think for Armand it would be so liberating to finally give in to these desires, and I think the shame is also kind of what gets him off (it’s the classic “oh no this is so wrong, but it feels so good!”). But I also think that there’s still a small part of him that genuinely feels it’s wrong to do these sexual things. Armand desperately wants to believe in something, I think, and to have that stability so he can have a space for himself to rebuild and to trust again. (don’t get me started, I have this whole fic idea of Daniel trying to provide Armand with a cozy little home and emotional support and stability so Armand has a space to heal, but that’s another story for another day) But I also feel like Armand is very nihilistic in some ways, so maybe he feels guilty but he also goes against the guilt on purpose, to feel that hurt and to feel that shame, I don’t know if you’re following me hahah

And omg, Marius weaponizing the genuine guilt is so wrong and so deliciously GOOD. (idc! it’s fiction! they’re not real people! let us have our dirty thoughts OK!)

When I first saw “unethical therapist Marius” on @monstersinthecosmos I was so immediately hooked. (I then sent this anon bc I needed to talk about it lmao, I was still not familiar with tumblr again after being away for a long time and I thought maybe people will think I’m weird but now I say fuck it bc Anne Rice never shunned away from people thinking her stories/characters were strange/too much.)

Marius is always so seemingly in control, and I love when he’s fooling himself that he’s doing the right thing when he KNOWS he’s not. That’s also why I like Pandora and him together, she kinda sees through his mask. Spoiler: I still remember that one part in Blood Communion after Marius kills Arjun where they’re all sitting around the table and Marius is furiously talking to Pandora and Lestat says: “I had never seen him so angry”, in other words; Lestat has never really seen Marius’ mask break like that, except now that he is upset with/about Pandora. Or when he’s helped out of the ice by Pandora and Santino in QOTD where he childishly snaps at her and says “I can walk unaided, thank you!” when Pandora reaches out to touch him, and she just gives him a shove and is like ‘“Fine girl, walk then lmao”

He wants to be this voice of reason, this stability etc, and he is, but he’s also human. So I love it when those kind of characters secretly give in to their bad side and try to justify it! I also love it when usually reserved people finally snap and can’t control themselves anymore when they finally get what they want, it’s my favorite thing. (There is this beautiful fic by @0junemeatcleaver0 where Marius kinda loses his composure at some points and he gives in to what he really wants and it’s so good. Highly recommend that fic in general.)

I LOVE headcanons, please tell me if you have some! These are some of mine regarding priest!marius:

- Marius has to actively restrain his thoughts from going wild when he sees Armand on his knees, or when the boy is reaching up to clean a shelf and his shirt rises and Marius can see the silky skin of his lower back. He’s practically drooling :)

- Armand secretly kind of knows the relationship between them is wrong, but he tries to test Marius by experimenting. (Sitting next to Marius and accidentally letting their knees touch etc that sort of thing, playing it dirty but also safe you know)

- Armand gets turned on when Marius is preaching in front of the crowd (idk how that shit works I’m not even religious, I never grew up religious lmao! how bad I am!) because Armand loves to see Marius in a position of power, and he loves how the people of the church look up to him.

- Armand has definitely thought about sucking Marius off under his robes when he’s speaking in front of a church full of people.

- At night, when Marius can’t think of nothing but Armand’s shapely legs and his lovely mouth, he turns to his Bible with the stubborn will of A Good Man and tries to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. And he can manage it, at least for a while.

- But then one night, he walks in on Armand praying on his knees and he walks up to tell the boy to go on home because it’s late and he should get some sleep, and the boy looks up from where he’s kneeling and says in a small voice, cheeks blushing; “I can’t, father. I’ll have sinful thoughts when I’m trying to sleep, I need to pray first.”

- And Marius offers he can help Armand with these thoughts, if Armand is willing to learn how to be a proper man of God.

- Nothing gets Marius more worked up than the idea of Armand calling him ‘ Father’ when they’re getting dirty together, it drives him feral

Alors… as Armand once told David Talbot; “Look, I’m deranged x”

* English is not my first language so apologies if there are some typos. Edit: I can’t believe I forgot the word “not” in the previous sentence for DAYS I have No Brains

#vc #vampire chronicles #armand #marius de romanus #marius x armand #priest!marius #the way I constantly switch between ‘kinda’ and ‘kind of’ lmao #unethical marius #is MY Roman Empire #I’m not familiar at all with priest or religion in general grew up a very non religious Western European #anyway #the vampire Armand

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Feed (Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader)

A/N: lol this is my FIRST ever fic and of course its a vent fic. (yikes for me lol.) There's some really good writing on tumblr and I'm lowkey scared to post this.

Summary: Natasha surprises you with a week off from work. The only problem now is keeping your secret from your girlfriend. (3K words)

TW: Please take care of yourself, this fic is heavily surrounded by eating disorders. It does go into detail and I don't want anyone reading this if you think it would trigger you.

“I got us the week off of work!” Natasha reveals. Her smile wide knowing how much you two needed a break after constantly overworking yourselves. Finally, Fury gave in and decided to let you two have a few days off.

You stare at her for a moment, only turning your lips up into a smile when Natasha looked at you like something was wrong. “Aren't you happy?” She asks. Right away you nodded and faked an even bigger. “Of course I'm happy! We finally get a break from all that paperwork,” You reply, trying to sound as convincing as you could.

Natasha let out a happy sigh as she let herself fall onto the sofa, “I can't remember the last time we had time off like this. I bet the others are going to be so jealous and-”  You didn't mean to tune your girlfriend out, normally you loved listening to her voice and seeing her happy, but her voice turned into background noise as you got lost in your thoughts.

Keeping your ‘little secret’ this week would be harder. You didn't want to admit to yourself you had an eating disorder but you knew that's exactly what you had. Normally you and Nat would be too busy to share meals together so she never really noticed when you skipped. Of course, sometimes your girlfriend would surprise you and make dinner for the both of you but that was only sometimes and you were able to make up for it the next day. This time, it would be an entire week of constantly being together and you knew you would have to eat in front of her at some point. The worry already settled into your chest, making you anxious. You couldn't even see the good side of things since it was being clouded by the feeling.

You didn't even realize your face started to frown. “Is everything okay?” Natasha asked. “You don't seem very thrilled.” You didn't realize she was standing in front of you until her hands touched yours. Finally, you snap out of the trance you were in and give her one more smile, “believe me, I'm so happy.” You give her a quick peck on the cheek to furthermore convince her. “I can’t wait.”

You might have purposely ‘forgotten’ to turn off the alarm that normally woke you up at 6 am. Natasha even told you right before going to bed to turn it off but you ignored her.

A loud groan came from your girlfriend as she covered her ears with blankets to shield her from the noise. She stirred, wishing her sleep wasn't interrupted by an angry alarm. “Don't even think about getting out of bed to train right now,” she said angrily with her eyes still closed and face stuffed under the blanket.

You were about to ignore her and go to the gym anyway but her arm grabbed yours before you could leave. A quiet sigh left your mouth as you let yourself fall back into her arms, you didn't even try to fight it. You trained every day to keep yourself from going insane, you didn't know how you were gonna make it this week. The food combined with not working out sat heavily on your mind until you were able to fall back asleep.

The day started off lazy, you both stayed in bed until noon. Natasha suggested going out for pastries and you hesitantly accepted. You figured since you two skipped lunch you’d allow yourself one croissant or something.

On the way there you held hands, talking about how many things Natasha wanted to do with you. For the first time this week, you really felt happy, not one thing bothering you until Natasha brought up dinner tonight. She wanted to surprise you but she was so excited that she told you. It was somewhere really fancy, somewhere where you would have to dress up and eat way too many courses. You tried pushing the thoughts to the back of your head and listening to her but it was getting hard. These thoughts stayed until you got home. It didn't help that you were now eating brunch on top of the dinner to come.

The dress you wore that used to be tight felt loose around your skin. You couldn't believe how you used to wear this to parties months ago. It only dawned on you now how revealing it is. You hated what you saw but sucked it up once you caught a glimpse of what Natasha was wearing. God, she looked good. You didn't want to compare yourself to her but you couldn't help but feel gross about yourself.

Dinner was filled with uncomfortable grabbing at your dress, you hated feeling it on your stomach so you constantly sat up to adjust it. Although the restaurant wasn't packed, you still couldn't help but feel everyone's eyes on you. Natasha was amazing of course. She made everything better but it wasn't enough to take over how you felt.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Natasha says as her eyes look down at you.

‘Liar.’

“Only a few times,” you laugh.

At night you sat in bed silently until the redhead fell asleep. You felt your stomach twist and your eyes threatening to spill tears. Not even the first day has passed and you already felt like giving up. You promised yourself it would never come to this point but it really felt like an emergency.

Carefully you lifted the blanket up and slid off the bed, the coldness of the room hit your body but it wasn't long before you headed to the bathroom and locked the door. Immediately you felt yourself start to break at the reflection in the mirror. You wish you could cover it up with a towel or something but instead, you tear your eyes away from yourself and look at the toilet.

Never have you tried throwing up your food. It crossed your mind a few times on those bad days but never have you gone this far. You were getting desperate and right now you thought it would make you feel better if you tried.

You kneeled in front of the toilet before pushing your fingers harshly to the back of your throat. After gagging time after time, you felt frustrated that nothing was happening. It was too late, you probably digested the food already or maybe you weren't trying hard enough. You cursed to yourself, hating how this was all happening. You didn't want this disorder, you wanted to be okay and normal and not have torment seep into your mind every time you see yourself.

At this point, you slumped against the shower waiting for your breathing to come down and your eyes to become less puffy.

It must've been a while because soon you heard quiet footsteps heading towards you. “Baby?” Natasha called while giving a knock on the door. “Are you okay?” She asked.

Shit, You thought she would be asleep but of course, she would wake up from the sounds of retching and gagging you tried so hard to hide. You let out a shaky breath, praying that your voice wouldn't reveal how you were feeling. “Yeah, I just felt sick. I’ll come to bed in a minute.” You said, your voice a little hoarse from all the damage you did.

Natasha wasn't completely satisfied with the response, she wanted to come in there and see for herself if you were okay. You seemed fine today, what changed? But seeing that it was late and she was tired, Nat decided to give you space for now and ask you about it tomorrow.

The next day you woke up and the bed was empty. You immediately sat up looking around the room for your girlfriend until you heard a sound from the kitchen. The music was quiet but you could still hear one of Natasha's favorite songs playing. You smiled, picturing your girlfriend humming to the music as she did whatever she was doing.

You see her turn around once she hears the bedroom door creak open. You walk over to the table and sit down, worry already bubbling when you see a bowl in front of you.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks softly. She goes to turn off the stove then sits next to you, her eyes glaring at you in search of any signs of sickness. “I’m fine, I'm not sure what came over me last night,” you lied. Natasha's eyes narrowed for a second before she stood up and took the bowl that was in front of you.

“Well I made soup just in case, It’s the kind you like too,” Natasha said as she ladled soup into the bowl. She presented it in front of you and then sat across from you with her own plate.

Feeling trapped in the moment, you bring the spoon up to your mouth and take a small sip. Your nose scrunched up a bit but you hoped Nat wouldn't see. Thankfully she was staring at her phone so she didn't notice. She only noticed when you didn't touch the rest of it.

“Do you not like it?” She asks bluntly.

“I’m not hungry right now,” you brush off. “I’m not really a breakfast person.”

“You aren't?” Natasha questioned. She remembers when she first met you, you sometimes cooked breakfast for everyone after your early morning training. Everyone would circle around the dining table and eat what you cooked, yourself included. But then when you started dating and eventually moved in, she couldn't remember the last time you had food in the morning.

Before you could respond Natasha's phone rang. You looked over before she picked up, Clint's contact filling the screen. It wasn't anything you’d pay attention to but when Natasha responded to him in a harsh tone you looked up at her.

She threw her phone down on the table and stood up abruptly. Her fingers found their way to her hair as she sighed. “I can’t catch a fucking break,” she complained. “What's wrong? What happened?” You question, your face alarmed at how angry your girlfriend looks.

“There's an emergency, I have to get to the Quinjet right now,” she explains. Before you could ask more questions she already made her way to the closet where she keeps her suit. “Well do you guys need help?” You yell from the kitchen.

Natasha reappears near the door while putting on her shoes. “No, It's just me.” Before she heads out she mutters an apology and leaves you with a quick kiss.

Great, now you're left all alone. The first thing you do is clean up the dishes and empty the soup into the sink. Although you were sad about her leaving, this did give you a chance to do whatever you wanted without the fear of Natasha bringing you food. You laughed at yourself, you fight terrifying criminals for a living and now you're practically scared of soup.

You figured you’d make yourself useful while she was gone. So after cleaning up a bit you sat down, now realizing how bored you were. You’d been working so much that you’ve forgotten what to do with yourself when you had free time. But you know being bored leads to eating and eating leads to feeling like shit. So instead of sitting down all day you leave your room and search for some company around the compound.

It didn't take long to find someone to hang out with. You looked for Wanda but it looked like she was also on the mission. Instead, Peter was sitting on the couch, equally as pissed that he wasn't invited on the mission. You both talked for a bit and learnt that it would (hopefully) only take a few hours and that everyone would be back around dinner time. After the conversation, Peter persuaded you to come train with him. It would waste a few hours so you agreed.

After a few hours you excused yourself. You figured it was time to stop training when black dots started to appear in your vision

. “It’s not fair that you two get the week off!” You heard a voice yell, followed by the door opening.

You were in the bathroom showering and it seemed that Natasha was home along with someone else. Quickly you towel dry your hair and walk out to see Wanda and your girlfriend talking on the couch.

“Well we work the hardest out of everyone,” Natasha responded which made Wanda laugh.

“You do not work the hardest,” she mumbles. “You’re all over each other at work, don't forget who constantly reminds you to keep working.”

“Yeah whatever,” Nat rolls her eyes.

“Can we order food now, I’m starving,” Wanda sighed as you joined them on the couch. You took the remote but it was stolen from your grip right away. You didn't even bother taking it back or acknowledging anyone, you were way too tired and Natasha seemed to pick up on that.

“What? No hello?” Natasha teases.

Your eyes tiredly watched the tv in front of you while Wanda scrolled through shows and movies. “Hey Wanda,” you greet, purposely ignoring your girlfriend. “Jerk,” Natasha fake pouted and you for once genuinely smiled.

A little bit passed before Wanda urged Natasha to call the take out place already. Before dialling she turned to you. “Baby, do you want anything from the restaurant?” She asked.

You actually considered it since you have yet to eat today but every take-out food you could think of had too many calories. Quickly you came up with an excuse, “I’m good, I had a big lunch before you came home.”

Natasha frowned, once again sorry that she couldn't be home today. She gave your hand a quick squeeze before standing up and picking up her phone to call the restaurant.

Finally, Wanda settled on a movie but before pressing play she looked at you. Her eyebrows furrowed together, it looked like she was going to say something but she decided to stay quiet. She pressed play on the movie and Natasha joined you two. She went to sit next to you but you shifted away, suddenly feeling like you were taking up too much space.

Soon the food was here. Two medium pizzas spread across the kitchen island. You hated how appetizing it looked. It tempts you but you stay on the couch, out of reach from the food. The girls both stand up grabbing slices and bringing them to the couch. You watch them take bite after bite of the delicious food. And the smell- the smell was starting to get to you.

Instead of giving in to what you wanted, you stand up and head toward the bedroom. “I hope you don't mind but I’m really tired and I think I'm gonna lie down for a bit.”   Natasha looked down at her food, she thought you were mad at her about today. Wanda waved, “I’ll see you on Monday.”

Right when they hear the door close, Wanda brings the volume of the movie down and looks at Natasha. “So how are you? We didn't get to talk much,” Wanda spoke as she grabbed another slice of pizza from her plate.

Natasha moved closer to keep her voice low in case you weren't asleep yet, “I’m a little worried actually.” Wanda could already tell why but she kept silent. “I mean maybe I shouldn't have left today, I feel really bad about it,” she opened up. Wanda put her hand on Natasha's shoulder, “It was an emergency, there wasn't anything you could do.”

The Widow nodded, trying to push the guilt down. “I’m worried too,” Wanda admitted. “Somethings going on.”

“She seems so different lately, I don't know what I did or said,” she vented. “Maybe she doesn't want to spend this much time with me Wands. What if I'm suffocating her?” Wanda shook her head and brought the girl into a hug. “I’m sure whatever she's dealing with has nothing to do with you.”

Natasha buries her head into the other girl's shoulder. “I’m just so worried,” She repeats. “Can’t you read her mind?” Normally Natasha would never ask Wanda to do such a thing, it would be an absolute violation of your privacy. It was the first time you have ever acted not like yourself and it was sort of freaking her out. “You know I can't do that, hon,” Wanda says. “How about you try talking to her first?” Natasha nodded and decided she was gonna bring it up tomorrow.

You woke up early on purpose to go on a short run. You didn't see Natasha in bed so you figured she went out as well. Just as you were about to slide out the door, Natasha appeared out of nowhere and called out your name.

“Where are you going?”

“Out, I just want to get some air,” You lied. “Maybe to the convenience store to buy a snack.”

“I'll come with you,” she suggests and grabs her bag from the table.

You open the door before denying her. “No that's okay,” you say, already stepping out of the room. “Why not,” you hear her. At this point you were irritated, all you wanted to do was run by yourself. You didn't want anyone to watch you run out of breath or see the way your thighs moved when you run.

“Can you just leave me alone?” you snapped. You hate to admit it but at this point, the hunger was starting to get to you, and that meant making you feel angry. “You have the rest of the week to annoy me.”

Natasha felt hurt, but she brushed her own feelings aside. She promised herself she would talk to you about what was happening. “Is this because of the mission?” She asked. “Believe me babe I really didn't want to go but it was an emergency.”

“It's not that,” you cross your arms.

“Then what did I do? You’ve been acting differently for a while?” The redhead asks.

You automatically feel stupid, how could you let her think this could possibly be her fault. You didn't even think about how your actions or attitude were affecting your girlfriend. “No- no, no of course not Nat, there’s nothing wrong. You did nothing, nothing wrong,” you huffed in frustration.

“Then why aren't you eating?” She finally asks. She's had her suspicions for some time now, but this time with you confirmed her fear. You start to panic, but try your best not to let it show on your face. You don't know where you slipped up, you just grip the door handle tighter while thinking about all the times she might have noticed. Natasha steps closer and guides you away from the door and towards the middle of the room.

“I hate seeing you like this and I'm worried.” You don't respond, You wanted to but it was so hard. It was tempting to tell her about everything, but for some reason, you couldn't. “You really didn't think I'd notice?”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” You respond, only for your voice to falter. It's not even convincing enough to convince you. You were trained to lie but with Natasha staring at you like that, you knew you had fucked up.

“Bullshit,” she blurted out harshly.

The room went quiet and you felt tears forming in your eyes. Natasha watched the sight of the girl in front of her, your chest starting to heave as the disgusting ache in your stomach started to grow. You felt your face being cupped into her hands, her fingers pushing back layers of your hair that covered your eyes. “It’s going to be okay,” she soothed.

“We’re going to be fine.”

In the end, Nat scheduled the next week off, and then another week off when things didn't look like they were getting better. You both knew it would take a while for things to fully recover but Natasha was more than willing to stay by your side. She tried her best to be understanding even when you got angry. Over time, you started to feel like things were getting better. Although things will never be fully okay, that didn't mean she would ever leave.  

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[rinbowaman]

HHP Chapter 6 pt 3 (18+ MDNI) Did i mention this chapter is not proofread? sorry tumblr is still giving me issues.

Heeseung’s posture did not change, while he remained with his arms cross, somehow, he looked more aggressive as you saw the flex in his forearms as they rested against his chest. The expression on his face was beyond angry, with his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted open, he takes his steps towards you, looking at you with a glare that would have shaken the fear inside Satan himself.

“You might…wanna take that back, Y/n.”  His eyes remained wide as he glared at you, to the point where they were becoming slightly glossy at the level of anger, he was in. Being relentless due to your own unhappiness with the situation, you shook your head, standing firm with what you had just said. In return, he stopped, merely inches away from you.

You didn’t want it to show and hoped that you prevented it from being openly displayed, but the level of fear started to override your emotions as he stood next to you. You felt his breath graze against your skin, and hair as you remained strict eye contact with him. He glances down, eyeballing your chest, your hips, and your waistline as he displayed that infamous smirk, he was notorious for. It started out as a hint, but was growing, the presence of Ethan emerged. With the deep voice as he appeared to be checking you out in a suggestive manner, he calmly spoke.

“So…you’re just going to stand there and criticize me? Yet, refresh my memory, didn’t that man hurt you? Hmm? Before I showed up, wasn’t he going to do certain…things to you against your will? And yet here you are, comparing me to him. Wow…you sure know how to pick them don’t you?”

Widening your eyes at his words, you snapped back.

“Yeah, and that includes you.”

“Oh?...So what you’re saying is I need to be more like Samuel then?”

Feeling aggravated that he was missing the point, or rather, perhaps he did get it but just refused to work with you since you both were angry and upset, you stood there and glared right back. The stubbornness of not willing to bend was relentless in the both of you.

“Hmph…you’re really going to talk like that, y/n? I expected it from the others but not from you.”

“Whatever, I’m done. I’m going back to my dorm.” You uttered back, feeling the tension rising. As you tried to maneuver your way around him, you felt the sudden pull from around your waist as he swooped an arm around. The momentum of his strength and force caused you to lean in as he stood behind, with a single lift, he had you slightly suspended in the air by the hold on your waist.

With two strides, he presses you against the thin accent table up against the wall. Your hip bone contacts the table edge as your chest is forced to lean in, with your face and hands contacting the wall next to the table. Gasping in shock, you yell out.

“Heeseung stop!”

“Wrong name.” He was calm, as he stood pressing his body up against behind you, forcing you to stay still as you were pressed up against the barrier of the table and wall.

“Whatever, Ethan, stop!”

“Still wrong name.” He spoke clearly, you turned your head to look at him in a confusing state. He merely looked at you with that damn smirk, normally it would have melted you, this time, it infuriated you.

“Poor baby, what are you supposed to call me when I’m both?” He hinted at the fact that he was both, Heeseung and Ethan, split down the middle, yet was maliciously giving you a hard time since he was angry enough to toy with you.

“It never mattered before…whether you wanted me to call you Heeseung or Ethan, that all depended on you. So, what do you want me to call you this time? Idiot? Asshole?” You decided to snap your words at him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Ah…so the angel has teeth. Well, since you spoke so fondly of them, how about Samuel? Or Gabe? You know, since they were SO nice to you.”  He mocked the issue of his words.

The malice in his tone along with the appearance of his enjoyment in seeing you struggle as you tried to peel his arm around your waist, as he took his free hand to grab your neck, pull you back to where the back of your head was pressed up against his mouth. You hear him as he took in a deep inhale and released it in a lengthy exhale.

“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what he was going to do to you? And isn’t this the reason you spoke so highly of him? Hmm? Y/N?” he continued to speak in a teasing tone, carrying a hint of frustration and the suggestive vibe in his voice.

His strength overwhelmed you, as you tried to get away. Upon feeling you struggle each time, he leaned his hips into your rear, causing your hip bone to press further into the edge of the table, initiating pain.

“Stop!” You harshly spoke out, though it fell on deaf ears as he moved the pieces of your hair that covered your ear and began nibbling on your helix. You couldn’t deny it, you started to grow aroused, yet you knew that a moment of intimacy wasn’t going to fix the issue, so you continued to remain firm with your anger towards him.

“I said…stop…” Your tone was a lot softer, though you didn’t mean for it to be as such. Noting that you were caving into the sensation, all against your wishes, he continues as he began to grind on you. Your back sealed to his chest, your rear feeling the motions of his groin circulating as the arm around your waist loosens, his hand reaches down and starts to slip under your dress as the hand round your throat remains firm. The sound of his mouth assaulting your ear was physically stimulating, yet it only furthered your anger.

“Well come on baby. Where’s all that feistiness you had a second ago?” He teased.

“What? Are you the type that likes this kind of thing? Is that why you didn’t fight off Samuel? Sounds like I ruined a good moment for you that day, huh?” Knowing full well his words hit you hard, of course you couldn’t fight off Samuel, with all the steroid injections and his muscle mass, the boy was much stronger than you were. You recall the images of you trying to get away, with him blocking the door, and plastering your body up against the wall as he repeatedly slapped you. The memory caused for your tears to stream down, as you silently sobbed, remaining an aloof expression.

“Oh don’t cry now, we’re just getting started.” At the way he spoke, you had come to find that when it came to the anger he had towards you, Heeseung/Ethan became relentless. Normally, the sight of you crying would immediately cause him to comfort you, just like he did that day when Samuel assaulted you. Yet this time, since you were the cause of his frustration, he wasn’t going to let it go easily.

Feeling and hearing the sucking of your helix, his tongue trances down to your neck. You noticed that he didn’t issue any kisses, not even one. Instead, he bit, licked, and sucked on the sensitive parts of skin between your ear and the nook of your neck as his hand contacted your skin under the skirt of your dress. Feeling his fingertips tracing the lace patterns of your underwear, you felt the cold temperature of his palm as he grabs a hold of your hip bone, and squeezes. It was a bit painful, causing you to slightly whimper.

Smirking and chuckling against your skin as he sucked on a region just below your jawline, he leaves a hickey. One right after the other, he leaves a trail of blue, red, and purplish spots all around your neck and up behind your ear. Realizing that he was leaving apparent marks on you, in areas that would be noticeable to everyone, you tried to move away, struggling against the strength and grip he had on, it was useless.

You repeatedly begged him to stop, only for him to not even acknowledge you or taking the time to make a remark, instead, he continued. Incorporating the act of biting with his oral activity, you didn’t have a way to see the reflection of your appearance, but you knew for how long he had been going at it, that nearly your entire neck was black and blue from the mount of times he kept harshly sucking and biting you. Like a leech, he latched on, the moment you raised your hands to reach behind you, to push him away, his grip on your neck releases, only to bear hug your arms to your body as he traps you steady.

“Stop! Heeseung stop!” You begged as you grew angry and frustrated for being helpless against his hold on you.

With swift motion, the hand under your dress goes back to fiddling with the lace material of your panties. A finger punctures through the mesh material, as he inserts the remaining extremities and begins to rip the delicate fabric off, destroying the structure of its support, causing the shredded lace to slide down on one leg as the other leg hole had been torn, completely destroyed and unattached to your frame.

His broad chest pressing against your back, leans you inward more. With your arms still pinned to your sides by his wrap around you, you could only lift your hands at the bend of your elbows as your upper arms remained steadfast by the tightness of his arm. Resting your forehead against the wall as you continued to sob silently, you felt him reach behind, undoing his jeans and felt the tip of his dick as he snaked it under your dress, brushing it against the bare and soft skin of your rear before feeding it through in between your legs. He was quick this time around, leave absolutely no time for you to adjust or receiving any prep action, he wanted you to feel the bite of his entry, and you did.

The sting of the stretch as he forcefully entered you, the bulge of his tip violating the tightness of your cavity, forcing it open. It stung him too, considering you were so tight and hadn’t succumbed to your arousal enough to become moist for him to enter and thrust with ease, yet that all didn’t stop him. Soon enough, he was fully in, and you felt the skin of your folds tucked in from being stuffed so suddenly.

With one hand on your hip, the other reaches over to your face, you felt his palm over your mouth as he pulls your head back, detaching your forehead from the wall. With your head pinned to his lips, he takes another inhale of your scent, and begins to thrust.

The slapping of his skin against yours, the harshness of each time he pulled out and pushed back in, and the tightened grip on your mouth, subduing all of your moans, your breaths, and your screams as your body was forced to produce lubricating essence of moisture in response to his forceful act.

You hated it. You loathed it. But you started to enjoy it the moment your cavity became moist, allowing for him to thrust into you with ease. Your body rendered to the pleasurable sensation as he continued, but your mind and heart continued to grow in spite, especially as you heard his grunts and his harsh breathing, enhancing his dominance in what he was doing to you, and you had no choice but to take it. He was overpowering you and establishing himself as the boss, exaggerating his sounds to make you aware that he was enjoying it.

Screaming into his palm, torn between the physical enjoyment of his performance, while being angry mentally and emotionally, you continued to pray that he would hurry up and finish, wanting it to end. As if he read your mind, he took his time. For each time he started to shake from the breach of his orgasm, he paused. Only to continue once it had faded, all so he could keep going.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep fucking you. That’s what you want isn’t it?” He remarks, scoffing. Amidst his horrendous words, he spoke in between his groaning here and there, as if he was tormenting you.

‘By the time I get done with you, no one is going to want you.’

‘Getting loose? Yeah I can tell, it’s a lot easier to slide in and out of you.’

You started to quiver as you were hearing and seeing a side of him that you’ve never seen. It all became too overwhelming as the reality of the situation started to hit you, this man was being relentless and wanting to hurt you. He wanted to make you feel like nothing, to cry, and to feel violated, because of what you had said. You thought back to earlier in the day, at how he embraced you and emotionally connected with you by expressing himself. Thinking about how he repaid him with the spiteful words about siding with Vicky, or comparing him to Samuel and Gabe, two of the most disgusting individuals you ever met, you started to sympathize as you mentally remarked that he was hurt…more so than you. Because even though Tiff had stained your reputation, insulted you, and hurt you, Heeseung was hurt by the person whose opinion and outlook mattered the most to him, and you knew that. Yet you still acted the way that you did because of anger, and the lack of rationality. You took out your anger with Tiff on the very man who had saved you and loved you.

The moment you felt that yourself coming to rationality, you tried to hint it towards him by gently placing a hand on the hand he had on your hip, stroking it with your fingers trying to initiate the notion that you wanted to make up, since it was impossible to speak with his hand covering your mouth. Yet you were shocked that he smacked your hand away, desiring to remain angry, and suddenly, the fury came back within you. Only this time, it was stronger. What was his damn deal? It had been nearly God knows how long since he started his assault, and he’s still wanting to torment you? He doesn’t want to respond to your gentleness? That’s when it hit you, you began to realize as you further succumbed to the pummel effects of his harsh thrusts, you side eyed to the face next to you and saw…no trace of Heeseung.

For the first time, Heeseung fully became Ethan.

It was no wonder he didn’t respond favorably to your advances, the dark and twisted Ethan had taken over, as you watched him display a sinister grin as he thrusted, issuing chilling chuckles as he leaned his face into your ear. Suddenly, upon realizing that Ethan had finally emerged in full, a sensation that you’ve felt before rises within you, it was the “urge”. 

Part 4

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Brother

This fic was inspired by Toph declaring Zuko her brother in A Second Chance at Family. I started thinking about what Azula would think of that... so cue this fic. This is post-canon, where Azula is working with Zuko as a political advisor.

Aaaaaand tumblr's shitty new post editor won't let me indent the story without removing all the spacing. Fucking hate this stupid thing and you can no longer opt out of it, so that's great. Thanks @staff. This platform progressively gets worse and worse. It's literally becoming LESS functional.

Anyway, have a snip:

“He’s my brother, not yours,” Azula hissed at the earthbender who was clinging inappropriately to Zuzu’s side. 

Zuzu looked surprised, but the earthbender just grinned a smug grin that made Azula want to set her on fire.

“You lost siblingship rights,” the earthbender shrugged, “you know, when you tried to murder him.”

“Toph,” Zuzu hissed, probably able to tell that Azula was very close to incinerating her. Such an insult could not go unanswered.

Azula raised herself up tall. “Zuko is my blood,” she sniffed haughtily. 

“Literally who gives a fuck?” Toph snorted. “Your bloodline is fucked up. We’re better family to him than you’ve ever been.”

“Nonsense,” Azula scoffed. “Family isn’t something you choose.”

Zuzu coughed. “Um. Yeah, it kinda is.”

She glared at him and he winced. 

“Just saying,” he muttered. “Can we please move on from this and deal with the actual issues on our plates?”

“No,” Toph said simply, pointing at Azula. “You think your blood entitles you to him? Fuck that. What have you ever done to earn the title of sister?”

“I don’t have to earn it,” Azula sneered.

“See, that kind of entitlement is exactly why I’m the real sister,” Toph said and Azula saw red.

“Guys!” Zuzu said loudly. “Come on, we’ve got actual fucking work to do!”

Azula’s eyes narrowed at him. “You agree with her,” she said, something threatening in her voice.

“Um.” Zuzu shrugged. “You’re both my sisters, okay? Now come on, I have a meeting with the finance minister in an hour and we need to figure out–”

“No,” Azula cut him off, incensed. “I’m your blood. How can you call this – this mudgrubber ‘sister’!?”

“Oh, I’ll show you mud,” Toph began, but Zuzu stepped between them, pushing them back from each other. Azula almost set him on fire in payment for the indignity of it.

“Guys, seriously!”

“Family is a title that’s earned,” Toph said coldly. “You’ve never done shit to be deserving of it.”

Puffing up in offense, Azula let the threat of lightning crackle in the air around her – but it backfired when Zuzu said sternly, “stop it! Neither of you are helping right now! Let’s just move on and–”

Azula’s face twisted with something she couldn’t define, but it was bitter and jealous and angry. “I refuse,” she said tightly. “I refuse to have anything to do with a pretender who tries to steal other people’s families!”

“Good,” Toph snapped, “then the trash can walk itself out.”

“How dare you–”

“Guys, come on!” Zuzu stood between them again, face stressed. “We have real actual problems to deal with! Like how to fund–”

“Forget it,” Azula said icily. “As long as she’s around, I won’t be involved.”

Zuzu blinked like he was surprised at her ultimatum, but Toph’s smirk just widened. 

“Fine,” Toph said easily. “Bye then. C’mon, Sparky, let’s deal with your finance minister.” She turned and started walking towards Zuzu’s office – and Zuzu hesitated, looking between them.

Azula remained with her nose stubbornly in the air – but then Zuko took a step towards Toph. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I’ve gotta deal with this meeting.”

And then he left, following after that brother-stealing earthbender, and Azula felt the sudden need to set the corridor on fire. 

Servants and staff ran from the area – but Zuko did not return and Azula’s rage was complete. He was her blood! How could he choose Toph over her!?

With a snarl, Azula set off to find something she could burn, leaving a smoldering section of hallway behind her.

#atla #wip wednesday #i'm so sick of losing functionality with every fucking update #fuck tumblr

[olithepoet]

Whumptober Day 1

This is my first tumblr post! I really want to start posting on here so I'm forcing myself to put this out there, even if I don't keep up with it all month. Sorry for any mistakes!

Heres the link to the ao3 if you prefer to read on there! -> https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Whumptober2023/works/50490616

Summary:

Izuku has been overworking himself with training and collapses. Of course, Katsuki is there to catch him.

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Izuku was about to get back from training. Katsuki had been waiting all afternoon and had been repeating that same sentence over and over again.

‘He’s about to get back.’

‘He’ll be here in a few minutes

‘Any second now…’

And yet, here he was, still waiting, alone in his dorm.

He was starting to get pissed. Izuku was training with All Might, and Katsuki had warned him to lay off his poor boyfriend. He had been training way too hard, like usual, but it seemed worse lately. If All Might wasn’t taking Izuku out for some much-needed relaxation, and was instead working him so late, he would have to kill him!

He had already yelled at All Might the night before, threatening the same thing. Did he think he wasn’t serious? Because he was, and he would prove it to the old bastard!

In his anger, Katsuki ignored the sound of his door opening behind him. He was fuming, staring down at the homework on his desk that he had completed hours before.

“Kacchan.”

Hearing that hoarse whisper snapped him out of it.

He turned around and saw Izuku there, leaning against the door behind him. He was still grasping onto the knob, even though he had already shut the door. It seemed to be the only thing keeping him steady.

“Where the hell have you been?” He snapped, more out of worry than anything.

“Kacchan…” His boyfriend only whispered again, and Katsuki’s heart pounded. He looked like shit.

“Did that old man work for you for this long? I swear I’ll kill him! What’s he thinking anyway, you’ve trained more than anyone! You don’t need–”

“No, no, Kacchan–” Izuku tried to shut up his angry rambling, but Katsuki didn’t know how else to respond. He was honestly freaked out. He hadn’t seen Izuku like this in a while.

“It was just me, okay? All Might cancel training for some reason…I didn’t want to get behind.”

And Katsuki just stood and stared at his idiot of a boyfriend, because what the fuck? Was he that stupid, to work himself to the point of exhaustion? To go so long without a break? To take no time for himself all week? And worst of all, to worry him?

They were all stupid questions. He knew that his nerd really was that dumb. All Might must’ve canceled after what Katsuki said about him overworking himself, clearly agreeing with what he had said. Of course, Izuku didn’t get that. And he would have to fix this. Like always.

He knelt in front of Izuku and sighed. “You know I told you to take it easy, you idiot. You’re not fucking falling behind. But you will if you keep this shit up! If you won’t listen I’m not gonna keep helping you!” He barked out. Deep down he knew that last part wasn’t true. He would keep helping him. But he wasn’t going to tell Izuku that. He needed to learn his lesson!

Izuku whimpered. “I’m sorry…I…” He could barely speak as his words slurred. Katsuki looked into his face and past his boyfriend's now watery eyes, instead noticing his pale complexion. That wasn’t normal…

Izuku tried looking into Katsuki’s eyes but he couldn’t.

“Hey! Izu!” Katsuki’s anger immediately washed away. He couldn’t pretend to be angry when all he felt was concern. And the tears in Izuku’s eyes as a result of his words didn’t help. “Look at me!”

But Izuku couldn’t focus. His eyes darted around as if he couldn't see.

“Izuku! Did you not hear me? Look!” Katsuki frowned. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Izuku’s head turned to face his hand, but he never got the chance to answer. He tried to, his mouth opening, but when he started to speak, it came out strangled and incomprehensible. He closed his mouth and went to reach for his head.

Taking his hand off the doorknob made him lose balance. He wobbled, and Katsuki watched, helpless, placing his hands loosely onto Izuku’s hips in hopes of stabilizing him.

Then his eyes closed.

Izuku started to fall forward, and Katsuki's hands reached out instinctively to catch him. He immediately stood up, lifting Izuku with him by grabbing under his armpits, and he leaned a certain way so that the limp boy’s head fell onto his shoulder.

He shuffled awkwardly towards his bed and placed Izuku softly onto it. He reached down and lifted Izuku’s legs onto the bed as well, making sure he was in a comfortable position. He placed his hand on his boyfriend's face lovingly, looking at him with concern.

“You idiot.”

Katsuki rushed to the door and half hoped that Izuku wasn’t too out of it and would wake up soon, and half hoped that he would stay asleep for a while. He didn’t want Izuku to wake up while he was gone. That would frighten him, and that was the opposite of what he needed. Katsuki rushed as fast as he could without running.

He reached the elevator and clicked the button to go down. He regretted not using the stairs, and he cursed under his breath at the slow thing. Realistically, he knew this was faster, but that wasn’t the point.

He had already cooked dinner for himself, which inadvertently meant he cooked for Izuku too since lately, the other boy wanted to eat better meals that suited his needs for his training. Izuku had always liked his cooking and Katsuki wouldn’t let Izuku cook for himself, because while he wasn’t completely useless in the kitchen, after a long workout he would just give up and eat whatever was easiest. Katsuki deemed those meals inedible.

He made dinner for Izuku once, to show how much better he was at cooking, and after that, Katsuki led Izuku to believe that he was just stealing his extras.

That wasn’t true of course.

By the time Izuku finished his training, Lunch Rush was done serving food, anyway. It was the same tonight. So, he hurriedly got some food prepared on a plate, the chicken he had cooked earlier that was completely uneaten since Katsuki was waiting to eat with Izuku, and heated it with some other vegetables and rice. Anything to get some nutrients back into his system. He hated to just stand around and wait for the food to finish so he got Izuku a glass of milk too.

Carrying the plate upstairs he realized he maybe had gotten a little too much food. He just wanted the best for his Izuku. The last time he had seen him pass out from exhaustion like this was after his big fight with Shigaraki. Since then, after we all settled back into school again, he had been having instances like this. But not to this extreme.

Well, this was going to be it. Katsuki was sure of it. He was going to get it inside his boyfriend's thick skull that he needed to get a hold of himself, or Katsuki would do it for him.

He made it back upstairs and he sighed with relief when he saw Izuku was still asleep. He put the plate and glass down and sat on the bed next to him.

“Izuku…” Katsuki nudged him, then reached to grab his shoulder and shake him. Izuku blinked for a few moments, with no reaction.

Finally, after far too long in Katsuki’s option, his eyes focus on him. There was no time to waste.

He grabbed Izuku and sat him up forcefully, pulling the plate onto his own lap and cutting the chicken for him. Izuku barely had any time to process what was going on before Katsuki finished, and started shoving pieces into his mouth.

“Kacchan slow down–”

“Eat!”

Izuku took another bite and chewed faster in anticipation, but Katsuki grabbed the milk instead and tilted it into his mouth. Izuku thought he would drown.

When Katsuki was thoroughly satisfied he stopped, and Izuku took the opportunity to stop his crazed boyfriend. He grabbed his hands in the split second that he put the glass down and reached for the fork.

“Stop!”

“Izuku, that wasn’t enough!”

“I know, I know, I’ll eat more, just give me a second!”

Katsuki stares for a moment and then puts his hands down with a sigh. “This is fucking serious Izuku. You can't get mad at me for being worried about you.”

“I know! I’m sorry, I'm just…so scared of falling behind. What if someone gets hurt because I’m not strong enough.” He looks down into his lap.

“Izuku,” he pauses, looking at his boyfriend who has an ashamed look on his face. He wanted to be harsh. To force him to listen, for once. But he could tell he felt bad already. “Is that how you feel? Don’t you understand that doing this to yourself is just making it worse? Izuku, if you keep this up, you’re going to fall behind. You can only get stronger and stay on track if you pace yourself.”

“I know Kacchan. I’m sorry. It’s just so hard for me to accept that sometimes–”

“I know. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Izuku sighed. Of course, his Kacchan understood. He always did. He was the only one who could. Izuku was just so thankful he had his Kacchan.

“I can feed myself, Kacchan. I’m feeling a lot better after eating.” Izuku took the fork and continued his meal. He wasn’t too hungry anymore–after all, Katsuki had shoved an unimaginable amount of food down his throat already–but he could tell that he needed more nutrients. And he wanted to make his Kacchan happy.

Katsuki reluctantly let him feed himself.

“Izuku, I’m not allowing you to train tomorrow. Or the next day. You need these days to let your body heal.”

He nodded between bites of rice. “Okay.”

“And how about, next time, I’ll train with you?”

Izuku lit up. He loved training with Kacchan; it was not only a good challenge, but also a fun time to spend together. Katsuki would keep him in check.

“Perfect.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds being Izuku’s chewing. Katsuki eventually rearranged himself to sit beside him and unintentionally began running his hands through the boy’s dark green curls.

“Kacchan…I can’t eat all this…” The boy took a good look down at his plate, a little amused. There were still three pieces left. And he had already eaten three. “You haven’t even eaten yet, have you? Why don’t you have some?”

“I made it for you.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku laughs. “I think if I ate this much it would be more unhealthy than anything. You seriously couldn’t have made all of this thinking I’d eat it…”

Katsuki sighed. He had caught him. “Fine”

Izuku gave him a sidelong look. “You always yell at me to think of myself more, and yet here you are.”

Katsuki was only half listening, having now taken the fork and knife to cut up the rest of the pieces so they could easily share. “Hah?!”

“You weren’t thinking of yourself, were you? You were going to go without dinner for me.”

“What are you trying to say, nerd?”

“Just that you’re being hypocritical. I could say the same things to you.” And Kastuki would’ve quipped back harder, but Izuku looked so proud of himself for that.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s still different.”

“How?”

“Because I’d only do those things for you.”

Izuku smiled. A real smile, one that brightened Katsuki’s whole year. Because, yeah, this probably wasn’t the last time he would have to deal with his boyfriend being an absolute moron, but that was okay. This was real progress and laid the groundwork for them to get through this, together. He trusted that Izuku would do his best.

Even though Izuku’s exhaustion was very prominent on his face, his smile wasn’t hindered at all. He was going to help Izuku do his best, too, just to make sure that smile wasn’t lost.

And that’s exactly what he did, all night, making sure to stay up way later than it took for them to finish that mountain of food, just to rub the pain away from his boyfriend's sore muscles.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #Safety Net #Swooning #“How many fingers am I holding up?” #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #whump #fainting #exhaustion #fluff #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #established relationship #taking care of each other #caretaker #Please don't bully me I'm new to this

[cream-peach-soda]

HxH [Reader Insert] Parody: Part 1

I couldn't stop giggling at watching HxH voice over parody by arouu and wanted to do this so bad cause I started getting so many ideas.

So here we go, it's really bad, but my fingers have a mind of its own. And obviously, this is heavily inspired off of arouu or ailarou on TikTok, so credit and support goes to them!! <3

Re-uploaded cause Tumblr is being bully-kun

you met your boy band friends during the Coochie exam, jogging and minding your own damn business, as you should until a green blob entered your life

"hey there! My name's green bean! What's yours?" His scratchy, pre-pubescent voice reached your ears

you were just trying to live the best you can out here, why does this 4’2 little man want to be friends

“your outfit is the ugliest fuking thing l've had the misfortune of laying my eyes on, the hell you and your little Boy Scouts shorts want?" The sass in your voice was fully intended

"Damn, you're such a bitch and these are my slutty shorts..”

You raised a brow, "Watchu say?"

"It smells like shit down here! Like damn, what died." Green Bean covers up

And just like that another lil' shit entered your life, this time it came with wheels and same fun size

He had a head of white hair, so he could be 60 year old with Benjamin Buttons, “Hey Green Bean is she like bothering you?" His voice was pitched higher than any bottom male you ever heard. But you spoke too soon,

“If so, I can really fcking kill-" In a snap, his voiced dropped a few octaves.

"Omg! Naaaoou, I'm just getting to know my new beastie, this is-um,, uhh, err- um- damn- I never got your name," Green Bean looked over to you, a smile stretched across his face, knowing full well you landed in his trap

You narrowed your eyes and huffed, it was inevitable to get them off your tail, “I only respond to Sir Charles Ill or (y/n), and I am very much not looking forward to this life long friendship" you smiled back

The boy on the skateboard got between the two of you, forcing you to move over so you don't get run over by the little old man in the body of a 12 year old. "oh, I see then, l'm Emily Grace, but ILL FUCKING DECK YOU IF YOU CALL ME THAT, so like just call me Kilboy, okay babes~"

Killboy full on stares into your soul and you stared right back, getting into a staring contest with your new found friend angry little man.

"I'm sensing a lot of sexual tension over there, anything I can help with?" Green bean asked behind killboy

"No" Both you and killboy said

Your eyes were starting to water already, 'Damn he's good, he's probably a staring contest champion, it's been a long time since l've had a competition, you smirked

You shifted your gaze to look at whatever was behind Killboy, and gasped, “Wild big booty bitches!" You thrusted your finger towards the direction your were looking at

"Where!!?" Green bean shouted turning his head a little too fast to the point you heard it crack

This caused killboy to turn his neck a 180 at green bean in the process, “you fucking cheater-FUCK!" Killboy's voice deepened, realizing he blinked. He glared at you accusingly, “You cheating mf, I can't believe you did that" looking as if he was about to kill vou, his voice once again lowered

You shrugged you shoulders and stuck your tongue out at him, “And that's why they call me the # 1 Coochie Staring Contest Champion, I have a 2 year streak. You're not coochie material just yet."

Killboy pretends it doesn't heart his manly feelings

“Well whatever, I can literally smash you anytime-"

“Wha-”

“Huh? What? What? AHEMNGRR- I don't like you or anything you stupid fucking baka," killboy shoved his nose into the air facing away from you

You smiled triumphantly at yourself, 'yeaahh, still got it' you puffed your chest, the pride swelling in you

Then, you saw the prettiest mf you have ever seen run past you, their blonde hair swayed and their little blue "dress" flew in the wind from the speed they where running at.

You licked your hand and combed your palm in your hair before brushing your eyebrows down with your fingers, increasing your speed as you ignored how your janky ass legs were gonna fall off

"Hey babygirl, what’s a shawty like you doing here? ~” you said in the suavest way, biting your lip as your look at the blonde through your lashes

The said male you were hitting on raised a brow, you got dejavu, remembering that same expression you made earlier

"Aha~ So what's your name? Call me Sir Charles Ill or (y/n)...or yours..” you whispered harshly on the last part

"watashi wa kurapika."

"Ha?"

"it's koopipico, a pleasure,"

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine koopicaca~"

"It's Koop- ugh, nvm."

You then heard someone sounding constipated, grunting and straining, “ha- ha- ha-ngnn!" You saw a shirtless sweaty man catching up to you both

"Oh mah god! Babe! A praying mantis predator is trying to grab your sweet ass!!" You warned, glaring at the threat, going to protect the sweet boy

"Get behind me, I'lI protect you!" You were about to move and risk everything you have to safe koopicaca

"Oh don't worry, that's le le pons, he's only a level 5 threat in most countries, other than that he's harmless," koopicaca sighed, reassuring you

You hummed, watching the sweaty titan stomping his way through, “I think you need a warning sign for graphic content,” you said, the lanky ass mf glared back at you

"Fuck you! I don't care what I look like or what anyone says, even if run butt ass naked!" le le pons huffed, smoke coming from his nostrils, before running ahead

Koopicaca smiled at that, "I think I should follow,"

You snapped your head at him, “Are you getting naked!!" you said urgently, clearly excited as your face started to flushed,

Koopicaca threw off his lil blue tabard, the fabric smacking you in the face in the process, purpose intended

“NO!.. you have to pay onlyfans for that." koopicaca said keeping a straight face, but you knew that your moves were working

"I can see up your skirt now, HEY- baby!"

Koopicaca ran ahead before you can sway him anymore, "Damn we'll get 'em next time boys," you whispered under your breath

You saw a familiar cotton top in your peripheral, noting that he was now running along with the others like a normal person, although you got distracted when you looked back up at koopicaca's behind, "God dayum, koopicaca has such a nice ass."

Killyboy who was next to you clicked his tongue at first, “Only look at me bitch- fuck you’re right,” he was now admiring the view with you

“Hey BFFLs! What are you looking at?” Green Bean appeared on your other side

“Look away child!! This sight is not for the dirty little greedy bitches!” You put your hand out to cover green bean’s eyes, but you could already hear the heavy breathing coming from him

“Oh no, he got a taste of that sweet ass!” You furrowed your brows in worry, already praying for your friend

Killboy was already thinking of a plan from a-z to find a way to get green bean out of his state

Just when you thought there was hope you heard green bean whispered, “awooga, awooga…”

“He’s a goner,”

“FUCK”

#hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter #hxh

[hopeshoodie]

if you don't mind, what's the reason behind your tumblr username?

So it's LITG themed (obv lol), but specifically referencing the scene(s) in S2 where a string comes out of Hope's hoodie, Hope gets upset, Noah says to just buy a new one, Hope snaps that he can't afford to buy her a new one and that's not the point anyways. And then this argument inspires a series of events where both Noah and Hope reckon with if they should be together.

Hope storms off the to terrace but then realizes that it's not about the hoodie (it is, she's partially but upset about that being broken and Noah being dismissive about it, but ALSO) it's about how she's been lying to herself that everything's right with Noah.

It bothers her that he makes less money than her and doesn't have career ambitions as lucrative as hers.

It bothers her that he isn't bothered by that difference, she feels like he should be but obviously can't say that.

She feels shallow for the two points above, because she's the only one in the equation worried about money. So she resents him for the thing, and also how she feels about the thing.

But it feeds into a bigger fundamental difference about the two of them- Hope wants to be a career woman, and Noah is content with his current position and wants to settle down and have kids.

On it's face, she's upset that a object she cares about broke and Noah was dismissive about it (and again made her feel shallow/materialistic). He didn't make effort to understand where she was coming from, and she's frustrated that she couldn't effectively communicate her feelings to him.

Despite all of these things, Hope really likes Noah (and has been intimate with him) and it's activating her commitment issues. She's questioning herself and the relationship and is feeling super insecure

And Hope can't communicate the sum of all these things to Noah without feeling misunderstood or dismissed (and then she yells/turns it into an argument because of those feelings). But she IS able to communicate them to MC because they're in love.

And then MC goes downstairs and sees Noah trying to fix the hoodie. And its this ironic moment because both Noah and Hope are trying to figure out how to show the other they care, but are having the communication they need to have not with each other but with MC.

Because Noah communicates that

He's overwhelmed by the fighting/yelling

He's beginning to regard Hope as immature, because of the fighting and her preoccupation with his income (and that she would make snarky comments about it in anger) and for other reasons

He's realizing that their style of handling disagreements is different and that they might not be compatible

He's starting to question his relationship with Hope because of the above items

And again, instead of telling Hope this or trying to work through it with her, he's trying to fix her hoodie. It's a super sincere gesture, but he's focusing on the straw that broke the camels back- Hope's not really that angry about the hoodie. So presenting her with a fixed hoodie doesn't tangibly solve anything.

But that's what Noah does. He avoids conflict, focuses his attention on tiny parts of the problem instead of trying to understand the scope, and lets problems fester. And worst of all, when there's conflict with his current partner, he starts to look elsewhere for comfort, which continually manifests in the story as him cheating on Hope/developing feelings for other women without doing anything to break up, communicate, or reconnect with Hope.

And idk I just. I love these back to back scenes. Nope is my favorite part of S2, I love both Noah and Hope so much and I love the nuance in their relationship. They genuinely do care for each other, but they also bring out the worst in each other. They're just so wrong for each other and I love watching them push the other to the brink. It's way more compelling to me than anything else in the story.

#final queue #litg

[fluffytriceratops]

Some kid just commented on one of my posts with Raph and Kris (the one with the tests where she finds out she’s pregnant) saying “bro.. he’s 14…” (the comment wasn’t on tumblr, so you’re not going to find them if you search for them)

And idk if I should address this or not, but I see a lot of people get hate for this kind of stuff so.. I thought maybe I should? ^^”

I tried to be nice and explain things, but they were just a dick about it.

I’m a bit of a petty person, so I did respond again, but in the future, I’ll be sure just to ignore/delete/block them. It’s best not to give bullies/haters the time of day. But sometimes it’s fun to put haters in their place… And because I’m a petty person, I’ll be including screenshots with their name crossed out. I did block them, and I’m hoping it’ll just end there. Most hate comments I ignore, but once in a while I’ll respond. Especially if it’s involving a friend of mine, I don’t give two shits what someone thinks about me lol.

I just don’t understand the point of going out of your way to be a little shit to someone?

And because they were rude, I will be sharing the convo, because that’s what you get for being a prick. Should I leave it? Maybe? But I’m not, so suck a nut. Be prepared, if you’re going to be a crusty anus, there’s a good chance I will expose your stank ass. <3

Clearly this person is a child, so I left it at that. I know I shouldn’t of interacted but I couldn’t help myself—

ANywAY- just some things I wanted to address.

1. Raphael is a FICTIONAL character. He’s not real. He never will be real.

2. He’s been around for many years, the characters were created in 1983, and they’ve been seen as both a child and an adult in multiple different iterations. He’s grown up with all of us, so it’s not even me “ageing” him up. It would be different if he was only seen as a child and then I just aged him up purposefully so that I can do more mature things with him.

3. In the comics, there is blood, violence, cursing, and drinking. So they are clearly not for children, or not just for children. And they all have literally killed people in certain versions. 2012 Donnie was seen snapping some guys neck, and yet it’s a kids show…?

4. I started watching TMNT as a BABY! My dad grew up with them and later showed them to me. I’ve loved them ever since I was a little girl. Raphael was my favorite as a wee bab, I had the biggest crush on him. And I remember being a 4-5 year old and crushing on this fictional mutant turtle. This is something that I started liking as a child, and continued on liking as an adult. I didn’t just see a 15 year old character as a 20 year old and immediately be like “yeah, he’s the one, I want to have his babies—“. I saw these characters as a toddler and admired them instantly! I wanted to be as smart as Donnie. I wanted to be funny and loving like Mikey. I looked up to Leo in more ways than I can count. I related to Raph, because he reminded me of myself. I was the stubborn, angry one. Just like him. I liked April because she was a beautiful redhead, and as a child I hated my red hair and was always insecure of myself. Casey made me laugh. Splinter gave me comfort (best dad—). These characters have been with me just about my entire life. They mean the world to me. I don’t have enough words to be able to express my true love towards them all.

TMNT wasn’t just a phase. It’s one of my greatest comforts and I will cherish it and the people I’ve met through the fandom always.

And if you ever try to warp my words in any way, if you give me or my friends hate, I will drag you down. <3

Sorry for the rant! I just really needed to say this— If you’re dealing with a little shit, just ignore em. Block them. Report them. Or if you’re petty like me, take screenshots for proof and post about them to spread the word! Bullying is sad. And you’re pathetic if you do it. And you’re a coward for it, especially if it’s cyberbullying. Stop it. Get some help. You desperately need it.

— Your friendly neighbourhood crackhead. <333

PS. Love and laughter always! ^w^

#bullying #cyberbullying #stop it #i will drag you down #little shit #lets not fight over fiction #this is silly #fluffytriceratops #petty bitch #and yes im talking about myself

[concernedlily]

cousins wip pt 13

Now posted in slightly revised form up to the end of the tumblr pt 10 on AO3! This index was getting long so either read there or click on the 'like that through all eternity' tag to read previous parts here.

pt 11

pt 12

“Are you okay?” Porsche says softly to Chay when the door has closed behind them, and puts his arm around his brother’s shoulders.

Chay shrugs him off and snaps, “No. Come with me.”

He storms off and Porsche hurries to follow him, bewildered and worried. Chay had seemed to enjoy his time with their mother, had sung two songs in his charming way, and their mother had even seemed to enjoy them, swaying along slightly to the second. Porsche had considered the visit a big success and been planning how to take Chay regularly, but if it was too much for him -

Chay leads him to his room and pushes Porsche down unceremoniously on his unmade bed.

“You know the staff will clean up in here if you ask,” Porsche mumbles, looking around at the teenage-boy whirlwind of the room: the unmade bed is the least of it.

“Shut up,” Chay says. He grabs his phone off the bedside table and flicks through it for a second before he shows Porsche a video: soundless, grainy, unmistakably Porsche walking through the hallways of Kim’s building. 

“Yeah?” he says, looking up at Chay with wide eyes.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Chay says. He’s standing up in front of Porsche with his arms crossed and he looks, suddenly, older: still wiry and so fucking young, but he’s grown up since Porsche brought him to this fucking house and Porsche wasn’t here to see it. “You saw p’Kim.”

“Yeah,” Porsche admits. 

“And?” Chay demands.

“I asked him to look out for you at school,” Porsche says quietly. He stands up, reaches for Chay, and Chay shoves him back down on the bed, not gently. 

“That’s not your fucking business!” Chay says and Porsche double-takes. Chay is always polite, has always been so sweet: not even in his worst teenage tantrums, which were never very bad, has he ever sworn at Porsche before. It makes him ache even as it redoubles his grim determination to get Chay out of here and back with Porsche, where he belongs.

“You’re my business,” he says, tries to find Chay’s angry gaze with his. “Porchay, I’m <i>sorry</i>, for what a mess this has all become. I am. I’m sorry I left you, I’m sorry you got tangled up in it, but you are and I need to make sure as many people know to take care of you as I can.”

“I don’t <i>want</i> p’Kim taking care of me,” Chay says petulantly, but he sits next to Porsche on the bed and when Porsche tentatively tries to put his arm around him again he lets him, slumps over into Porsche’s side. “That’s for <i>me</i> to decide. I don’t want to see him. I’m not ready to see him.”

“If it helps I think he intends to do it from a distance,” Porsche says. “I’m not his biggest fan, Chay. I don’t want you to get together with him. He's our cousin. But we can trust him. I can’t say that about many people.”

“Can I trust you?” Chay says boldly, squirming away again and staring at Porsche piercingly, and Porsche’s heart clenches with misery. How has he got to a point where his brother would ask him that, would feel for a second he needs to ask that? This was all supposed to be for Chay, to protect him, keep him safe and get him started, and Porsche has fucked it up so badly with nothing to show for it apart from a ring that puts a target on his back. 

“I want you to,” he says, as honestly as he can, and he doesn’t shy away from letting Chay see his feelings the way he would’ve once, putting a brave face on everything, pretending like hia has everything under control, like Porsche isn’t a vase pushed off a shelf and falling in slow motion, doomed and sure to shatter when he hits ground. “I want you to feel you can.”

Chay is watching him, and he seems him soften, sees the hint of understanding and <i>pity</i> he’s never wanted to have to see on Chay: he deserves so much better. “You can’t make choices for me. You have to let me live. <i>You</i> have to live.”

“I won’t interfere with Kim again,” Porsche says carefully. The rest… he’ll try. Taking care of Chay has been his guiding star for his whole life: Chay being ready to look at the whole wide sky and navigate for himself hurts. But it has to happen. Porsche had never really thought beyond getting him through university anyway, he’d never expected to be around for Chay forever, and his odds of making it through the next four years now are lower than they’ve ever been. This is what’s supposed to happen. 

Chay doesn’t look wholly satisfied, but he accepts it. He turns into Porsche and hugs him and Porsche hugs him back, buries his face in his hair, remembering how Chay felt in his arms when he was a tiny kid. He doesn’t smell the same now: he’s been using the expensive hair stuff Tankhun uses and it smells woodsy instead of fruity, mature.

“It’s okay,” Chay says and Porsche has to be fight back tears. “I want to come and live with you again. When can I come and live with you again?”

“Soon. Weeks,” Porsche says. <i>Months</i>. He pulls back from Chay, wiping his eyes as discreetly as he can. “I want that too. And Mae. All of us together. I’m working towards that, I promise.”

“I love you, hia,” Chay says, his sunny sweet face back again, and Porsche soaks up his forgiveness and affection desperately, like water on a brown drooping flower.

“I love you too,” he says softly. He needs to go, before he does something terrible like break down in his brother’s room.

“Chay?” he says, just before he leaves. “Who gave you that video?”

“Oh,” Chay says, looking up briefly. “p’Khun showed it to me.”

***

He pauses at the lift on Chay’s floor, beckons Arm to him out of earshot of the other bodyguards. Arm is twisting his fingers around: such a tell, for a bodyguard, but that won’t be Porsche’s problem for much longer.

“You told Tankhun I’d met with Kim,” he says steadily. “You gave him the footage, and he gave it to Chay.”

“Yes,” he says softly. “He wanted it and - I work for Khun Tankhun first. You know that.”

Porsche takes a deep breath, and nods. He had known that. He’d known that Arm wasn’t his friend, not really: not any more.

“I’m sure he’ll be glad to have you back,” he says. “Thank you for your service to the minor family. You’re dismissed.”

It looks like Arm might say something else, his eyes big and guilty under his glasses, but Porsche doesn’t give him a chance. He gives a sharp gesture to the other bodyguards and gets into the lift with them, without Arm.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic #my fic #like that through all eternity

[menalez]

How'd you get with her at the time like just wondering cause they sound insane

i’ll be talking in past tense so i’ll be using she here (& i’m saying this bc i know my ex still would view my blog from time to time and at this point might be looking for anything to validate the image they’ve invented of me to look like a victim).

so i used to have this semi-popular tumblr blog and u just know from where i’m starting that this is not gonna go well. she thirst followed me & soon after i came out, she dmed me and got my skype. from the very beginning, i was told by her that she’s from monaco & a foster kid. as we got talking i learned more details.. in hindsight it’s just insane and all are red flags but i was 18 and trusting and naive. i learned that she was born and grew up in monaco, to a descendant of the monaco royal family and a non-royal woman. the prince father was abusive as fuck and did horrific unspeakable things and tried to murder the mother, and so ended up getting prosecuted for it or sth. the mom had so much trauma and had to get help and decided to give up all her kids & so they were separated and moved to diff countries in foster homes. my ex claimed to have stayed at so many horrific foster homes but one that stuck out to me was one with a son that held a knife to her throat and sexually abused her. again i want to emphasise, none of this actually happened. absolutely none of it. she also had this best friend from growing up in foster homes who she introduced me to. i was first asked to dm this friend bc she was feeling unwell and going to pass out & said friend basically said she was on the floor unconscious etc. this friend would msg me sometimes like omg what did u say to her she’s in shambles!!!! one time this friend said that she always writes about me in her diary and asked me if i wanna see. i was like ooooo i do want to see but that’s an invasion of privacy so maybe one day she’ll just show it to me herself. i dmed her after like omg u have a diary? and she snaps!! she’s like omg how do u know about my diary???! no one knows about my diary!!! and then the dramatics start. i’m suddenly in this drama over a diary, i didn’t even do anything wrong and i was basically being asked to reveal how ik about this dykery and i worried that my mistake of mentioning the diary would result in this close friendship between her & this fellow foster child ending. so instead i stayed quiet and was being emotionally manipulated and guilt tripped almost, for what??? absolutely nothing. literally nothing. the “friend” ended up confessing to her and said omg why is there so much hair on the floor of her bathroom 🥺 which would be like trying to tell me that she’s mentally distressed bc of this etc. just generally making me worry about her.

as mentioned earlier, it turned out none of that was true. that “friend” DIDNT EXIST, it was literally just her. emotionally manipulating me. for months.

i cut her off for around a year and then we’re talking again and for some dumb reason i forgave her, and then we were in a relationship for a year and a half. we met irl in the UK where i was studying at the time & she came to visit. ofc she was shitty in that relationship and ofc here we are 7 years later and she’s still being shitty to me despite me doing nothing to warrant it. in the end she decided she was soooo angry at me for daring to not want to be a punching bag forever that she decided to obsessively lie about me & my family for 5 whole years. the (recently) ex gf literally believed this whole new fake life my ex invented was true and was lied to for 3 years & i also found out about that recently too. it’s horrible

[lolatalks1]

wed, dec 6 2023

this is my first real journal entry, and i dont think dear diary is fitting to start this. i mean its just tumblr. i started this little blog because i need somewhere to vent, and so here i am. that sounds like my pinned post but its whatever. im not sure why im typing like im talking to someone, so i think i should stop explaining myself.

ive heard its good to write out how you feel, so i think im going to do just that. (im explaining myself again)- today was at first a good day, i woke up relatively early and was able to get ready for school quicker than i do normally- which is a win in my book. i was able to lay in my bed- which i need to wash the sheets of. my dog keeps laying where i sleep, which flares up my bad acne. i cant blame him though, i practically leave my side of the bed in a perfect napping position for him. anyways- i was able to lay down and read a little of this cute story about a single mother and a man in the military being her neighbor! very cute, very cute. then my dad took me and derek around eight o' five, then we got to school, and it was super cold outside. having to stand and wait for the doors to open is not enjoyable- at least i had derek -my cousin- with me. recently ive been a little harsher with him, but i thinks its because ive been a bit on edge with everything as of late. i dont mean to ignore- i think i should start working on that. he already has a lot going on.

continuing, i went to class. first period was tame, i mean nothing too much happened. really essentially a free day. aryeana ? im not sure how to spell her name now that i realize it- but she was there talking with jacob about whatever. sometimes i feel a little outcasted when with them- but i guess thats because im not that much of a conversational person when i cant think of a topic that will be enjoyable for all of us. i mean, i like anime and overwatch- and some more things. all those things they either dont like or make fun of- so theres no middle ground for us to converse on. i mean, only thing i can talk about is boys with ary. but its more so talking about aryeana's endless snaps with multiple guys and shes boasting about it- as well as boasting about her not being able to talk to guys. she is really contradictory. i dont hate or get mad at her though, shes nice to me. and cate is there- she kinda helps me relax. shes just a very nice person and since ive known her for so long i dont feel like i have to be super fake with them.

i think- well i know- my day went downhill when my mom finally replied to my messages. i had texted her about going to cam's surprise birthday dinner on sunday night- and she said yes! but then i asked her about saturday, if i can go shopping with her. i needed to go to barnes and noble to get multiple books that several people wanted for christmas, and maybe the mall to get some other things like candles from bath and body works. but anyways- she then revealed shes not going to be here this saturday- more so this entire weekend.... fun.

i just dont understand how she can just go i mean- i know where shes going- hell the whole family does. its nothing new, but the fact its such a repetitive thing and she always did it around familial times (thanksgiving and now christmas). i really dont get, seriously. and ive come to learn that she goes to some town with a new guy each time. what happened to her being with ron? her last boyfriend- i knew of at least. my nana mentioned she didnt like him because how he treated my mom, so im guessing he was abusive or really shitty. i dont care, and i guess thats a bad thing. i see it as karma now. i use to feel bad, want to console her. but ive lost it. lost that empathy.

anyways, she just makes me so- angry. to the point i can't focus on happier aspects of things because shes simply just so intoxicating with her narcissistic behavior. shes so aware that what she does angers and breaks the family, but she cant find it in herself to realize that its bad. how? im not sure. she didnt have a horrible upbringing nor a traumatic event with my dad. so i cant find a genuine reason behind what she does. its whatever, i keep trying to myself i shouldnt care so much. but i cant help it. it affects my home life, makes me i guess more so depressed? i dont want to self diagnose though. but shes the reason behind my upset outlook for today. hell even started playing class of 2013 by mitski- the lyrics hitting a bit too close to home. so yeah. thats all for now i guess, im not sure how journalling works. i guess ill start learning.

[buckyseddie]

secret feelings

pairings — jj maybank x bff!fem!kook!reader

summary — in which, she’s jj’s best friend and completely in love with him, but upon seeing him with another girl, everything comes crashing down for her.

word count — 2.8k.

warnings — swearing, mentions of abuse and reader and jj bonding over it, a little bit angst, fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of reader not liking swimming or fishing, use of pet-names [princess]

notes — this is my VERY first time using tumblr, so PLEASE take it easy on me with my writing, (although, it’s not my first time writing, because i usually post on my wattpad account, and i’ve been writing since i was just a kid) since this is my first time using this app! if you see ANY incorrect grammar, i’m sorry about that. i don’t always see writing errors, so please ignore that. i hope anyone that reads this enjoys! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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HAVING A PARENT THAT TREATS you like shit — even when you do everything that they ever ask of you — is literally one of the absolute worst things in the world.

[y/n]’s mother died when she was just seven years old; she’d been walking home from her night job and around the wrong side of outer banks, near the cut, where the — as the kooks call them — pogues live.

a random man had held her at gunpoint and shot her because she ‘didn’t have anything to offer’.

she found out what happened, days after her step-father had ran out after a suspicious phone call, leaving her all alone, wondering what happened and why her mother still hadn’t returned home to tuck her into bed.

she could barely comprehend what really happened, especially since she was still very young — her step-father had only told her that her mother had left, but was somewhere better, and at peace.

[y/n] obviously believed him — she was still just a child and gullible enough to believe anything.

but, a few years later, she started to hear the real story from both kooks and pogues — she’d learnt that her mother was shot by a psycho pogue when she was walking home from work.

she had to learn the hard way that there are bad people out in the world, especially in outer banks.

but, never in a million years did she think that her own step-father could become just as terrible and cruel as the person that ended her mother’s life.

after she learnt about the truth behind her mother’s death, her step-father began to go down an extremely dark path — he loved her mother so deeply to a point that her death affected him so terribly that he stopped showing up to work, pushed all of his friends away, and locked himself up in his room and started drinking.

when his dark path became known to [y/n], she was just only thirteen years old.

she didn’t understand the truth at all, so she acted as if she hadn’t noticed what was happening.

but, that was her first mistake.

because of the fact that she never stepped up and tried to help him, he started to snap at her.

the first time it happened, she didn’t understand why he hit her, but she — still being quite naive — thought it wasn’t his fault as he was always drunk.

but then, it happened more times than she could count and she began to realize a year later that he meant it because he was still doing it, even when he was sober.

it’s obvious that she reminds him of her mother, which always led him to getting angry. though, that’s not an excuse.

but, now? she’s barely around him. unless it’s to make dinner — fear makes you do extra cautious things.

and there she was, cautiously sitting in front of him at a restaurant cafe with the name of the wreck.

she was completely shocked when he told her the two of them were going out to get some food and that a discussion was to be brought up afterwards.

but, she certainly didn’t expect him to tell her to move out of the house.

“uh, wha—what do you mean?” she slowly asks in a cautious tone, her brows knitting together in confusion.

he can’t possibly be serious about this, right?

her thoughts are abruptly interrupted when he rolls his eyes and grunts, before grabbing onto one of her arms tightly.

“you’re. moving. out. did i fucking stutter, you worthless cunt?!” he yells out, quickly losing his temper.

“i—i’m sorry!” she squeaks out as her voice slightly cracks.

she tries to pull her arm out of his tight as hell grip, but it’s nearly impossible.

he grips her arm more tightly.

“if you aren’t out by tonight, i’ll force you.” he states, glaring daggers at her.

“i… okay. i—i’m sorry.” she barely whispers as he smirks in satisfaction, letting go of her arm and getting up and walking away from her.

she holds onto her arm, rubbing it slightly to erase the mark on it.

she can’t help but let out a little whimper, tears brimming her eyes as fear begins to overwhelm her entire body.

[y/n] blinks the tears away as best as she can and gets up from the bench she previously was sitting on and turns around, only to be met by a set of pogues’ cautious and confused eyes.

“are you okay, [y/n]?” kiara carrera, an outsider of the kook community — much like [y/n] herself — asks her with jj maybank, pope heyward and john booker routledge standing behind her.

“yeah… why wouldn’t i be? i’m great! what about you?” she asks with her signature fake smile and fake enthusiastic tone she uses all the time to convince people to stay away.

but, jj seems to see right through her facade; rolling his eyes, he gives her a pointed look.

“we’re not stupid, kook. we saw and heard what happened just a few minutes ago with your dad. there’s no need to lie.” he states, which causes her to sigh.

well, i guess it’s safe to say that she’s not as good at lying as much as she thought she was.

“okay, fine. but, if you really saw and heard that entire thing, then you should know by now that i’m clearly not okay.” she mumbles, grabbing her bag, hoping if she walks away, they won’t follow.

just as she passes them, kiara calls out to her, “wait, [y/n]! we heard that your dad is kicking you out of your house. if you need somewhere to stay, you can crash at my house. also would you want to go on a boat ride with us later?”

[y/n] turns around to face her and the boys, just staring at kiara for a second, wondering if all of this is just a ploy to get close to her and then abandon her like everyone else has done.

as seconds pass by, she doesn’t see anything suspicious in her words or expression.

“if this isn’t you using a pity card on me and trying to get close to me in order to manipulate me, then sure. sounds great. but, only if you won’t make me swim or fish because i hate doing both.” she answers tightly as kiara nods in understanding.

[y/n] had to return back home to get some things packed, so that she’d be able to stay with kiara.

but, of course, her step-father had ended up being home at this time and by the time she’d finished packing her things and walked down the stairs, he’d woken up from one of his drunken hangovers.

and what happens next? just one of his normal violent mood-swings, of course.

after he screamed in her face and walked back inside the house angrily, [y/n] gets up and grabs her duffel bag and beach bag from the ground.

looking up to see kiara and jj waiting for her on the sidewalk, fear clouding their expressions, [y/n] sighs embarrassedly.

“please, don’t say anything. i don’t need anyone’s pity. i’m fine.” she mumbles, waiting for them to lead the way.

kiara turns around, sighing and walking down the sidewalk.

but, [y/n] doesn’t miss the sad look on jj’s face.

that was the first time she realized he didn’t pity her — he understood what she was going through.

after that day, she confided in him about the drowning feeling of feeling worthless and unloved.

jj and her got super close after he saw what she went through and the two of them bonded through the similarities of having abusive, drunk father-figures.

now, it’s been months and things have shifted differently between the two of them.

kiara and sarah were the first ones to find out about [y/n]’s crush on jj and it was not easy asking them to keep her crush a secret.

but, the whole struggle of getting them to keep her secret was no use because john b and pope ended up figuring it out anyways.

and here she was, at one of john b’s famous parties, watching jj practically shove his tongue down some tourist girl’s throat.

“you don’t have to force yourself to stay at these parties, just for him, you know? if it’s too much for you, you know that there’s always a place for you in the chateau, right?” john b says, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder with sarah sitting by his side.

“what do you mean? i’m here to party!” [y/n] exclaims, the fake smile already placed on her face.

“you don’t have to pretend with us. we know how you feel about him, so just take a second for yourself. the party will still be here when you’re ready.” john b states with sarah nodding in agreement.

“you know what? you’re right. i’m not the type of girl to let a boy define me. i think i’m going to crash here and go to bed. goodnight guys.” she admits truthfully, getting up and hugging the pair individually.

“okay. see you in the morning, [y/n/n].” sarah calls out to her.

although, before she goes inside, she says goodnight to both pope and kiara.

once inside, [y/n] makes her way into the kitchen to get a glass of water for the night.

after taking a huge gulp of the water, she sets the glass down and puts both of her hands on the counter, trying not to let the tears fall.

“[y/n]?” kiara’s voice breaks her out of her broken state.

as [y/n] turns around to face her, it takes her only a second to spot her friend’s tear-stained cheeks. “oh, babes… what’s going on?” she asks in worry and concern.

“jj…” she mutters, not being able to control the tears this time as kiara walks over to her and pulls her into a hug.

this time, she doesn’t hold back the tears; she lets out everything that she’s feeling.

“what happened with him?” kiara softly asks.

“he was making out with some girl and i—i just couldn’t watch it anymore. i know i don’t have the right to be jealous, but i can’t h—help it…” she cries out, clutching onto her friend’s shoulders, practically staining her top with her tears.

“i’m sorry. you’ve been having such a good time at this party and i’m totally ruining it for you.” [y/n] says after taking a deep breathe and pulling away from kiara’s embrace.

“no. don’t apologize for that. you’re allowed to feel upset. you’re only human… but, can i ask you a question?” she shakes her head, putting two comforting hands on her shoulders.

“what is it?” she asks, anxiety swirling around in the pit of her gut.

“why don’t you just tell jj the truth?” she asks softly, awaiting [y/n]’s answer.

but, before she can even open her mouth, a voice cuts her off, “tell me what?”

kiara abruptly turns around as both of their eyes meet jj’s curious blue ones.

“i’m going to leave you guys alone to talk.” kiara says gently, before [y/n] grabs her wrist, pleading with her to not leave her alone with him.

“kie…” she trails off, anxiety filling her body at the thought of talking to the famous heartbreaker of outer banks.

“everything will be fine. just tell him the truth. his opinion on you won’t change, i promise. good luck.” she says, giving [y/n] a warm smile as she hesitantly lets go of kiara’s wrist and she walks over to jj.

“listen to her and don’t be a dick!” she whispers to him, before walking out of the room.

“what’s going on, princess?” jj asks as her heart beats a little faster after hearing the pet name — he gave her that name when she had first became good friends with him, referring to her as ‘kook princess’, much similar to how he had first treated sarah when she started dating and hanging out with john b.

now, he just calls her princess.

“please, don’t call me that.” she mumbles, the tears continuing to fall.

she can hear his footsteps coming closer, but she refuses to look up.

realizing this, jj gently grabs her chin and lifts it up, making her eyes meet his.

“why are you crying? what’s going on?” he asks softly as he gently wipes away the remaining wet tears off of her cheeks.

scoffing, she rolls her eyes and pulls herself away from him.

“for someone like yourself, who’s actually really smart, you can be incredibly oblivious to what’s literally right in front of you.”

“wait,” he says, stopping her by grabbing onto her arm. “please. just tell me what’s going on. why are you being so cold towards me?” he asks, the hurt clear in his blue eyes.

“i can’t, okay? i’m not going to admit what’s going on with me, only for you to see me completely different and not feel the same as i do.” she admits stubbornly.

“please. what’s so terrible that you can’t tell me — your best friend?!” he exclaims, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair.

“see, that’s just it! i can’t tell you because of that. because you’re my best friend — if i admit the truth — i’ll lose you forever!” she exclaims, running her hands over her face in stress and hurt.

“i promise that no matter what you tell me, i’ll never leave you. i will still see you as the same person i know.” he states truthfully cupping her cheeks.

“so, you promise that if i tell you the secret that i’ve been keeping for this past year from you, you’re not going to hate me?” she asks shakily.

“yes.”

“fine. i guess if i don’t tell you now, you won’t leave me alone until i do.” she mumbles to herself as he nods, raising an eyebrow in agreement.

“ever since i met you, i’ve felt this undeniable connection with you. it’s different than just being friends with someone — it’s like i can’t breathe unless i’m near you.” she starts off, an outburst of confidence flowing through her.

“at first… when i started to feel this way, i thought it was just me being protective of the first person that made me feel like i was deserving of love. but, the longer i kept bottling my feelings up, it was easier for the others to figure out the truth. kie and sar helped me realize that i was lying to myself. they made me figure out that i had developed a… small crush. but, then, right when i found the courage to tell you the truth, you started hanging out with more girls. and then, i started to realize that my feelings were just one-sided.” she explains softly, daring to look up at her best friend.

“what are you saying?” he asks quietly, brows furrowed, the crease in between becoming more noticeable.

“i’m saying that i’m in love with you. i have been for awhile now.” she admits, running her fingers through her hair, looking away from his shocked expression.

“then, i saw you and that girl tonight and i couldn’t hold in the constant heartache i felt for all of these months. i could literally feel my heart shatter to pieces and i couldn’t bare to pine after someone who doesn’t love me like that.”

“and if you want this friendship to be done with, i under—” before she can even finish, her head is being lifted up and a pair of lips crash down onto hers.

it’s hard to understand what’s happening.

seconds go by as she remains frozen, before finally breaking out of her shocked state and kisses him back.

she puts every ounce of passion and angst and love she feels for him into that one kiss.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do that.” jj murmurs, resting his forehead against hers, both of them completely breathless.

“why didn’t you tell me that you felt the same?” she asks, tears forming in her eyes.

“hey, hey, i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry that i hurt you. that was never my intention.” he apologizes, pecking her on the lips and pulling back to kiss her on the forehead.

“i know. i just wish we got together, without hurting one another.” she whispers as he pulls away and grabs her hand, lacing it together with his and bringing it up to his lips to kiss it softly.

“i’m sorry for breaking your heart. but, i promise to put it back together and take good care of it.” he vows, pulling her in for a tight hug.

if only she’d just fessed up about her feelings right away, she would have avoided the pain.

but, the two of them would’ve found each other, either way.

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